"It's over..."
With trepidation, he opened his eyes and saw Yong Xinglai, the Saint, fall slain. This subordinate of the Yong Family now felt a sense of powerlessness.
The fall of a Saint, especially one holding the Flame of Civilization of a city!
This was a calamity of epic proportions.
Perhaps fearing being tracked, the Flame of Civilization wasn't taken out. But given the time the other had it, who knew what had been done.
Such actions would surely be accounted for later.
Inevitably, I would be one of those held accountable!
Even though my Catastrophe Level strength meant I truly didn't know, and my sin wasn't deserving of death.
But it's likely I'd be assigned some dangerous mission for atonement...
Shaking these thoughts from his mind, Jiang Ziqing respectfully bowed and said,
"Sinner Jiang Ziqing, I have met the Saint. Thank you for slaying the Fallen Evil Saint; otherwise, we might have become his food to regain strength."
