Boom!
A clap of thunder resounded startlingly.
A few raindrops fell onto his body, feeling a slight chill that made the man lift his head in confusion.
Unnoticed, the sky had already darkened, clouds densely gathered in the sky, indicating an impending storm, yet this did not change Wu Daoxu's state of mind at all; he simply continued to limp along the small mountain path.
Bewildered, helpless, confused, he did not know why he was still alive, nor did he care why Jiang Feng spared his pathetic life; perhaps, if anything, it was to utterly shatter his dignity.
There was no rage; his expression was very calm. The eerie whispers that had echoed in his mind for a full three years had completely vanished, pulling back his spirit from the brink of collapse; the peculiar sense of expansion and conflict in his body also disappeared.
