A deathly silence settled over the ruins in the aftermath of the disaster.
Mrs. Su and Su Wenjing clung to each other, their eyes red and their bodies still trembling uncontrollably.
"A god! A true god!"
Mrs. Su's lips trembled as she muttered the words over and over, tears streaming endlessly down her face.
Su Wenjing, meanwhile, clutched the hem of her sleeve. Her once-spirited eyes now saw nothing but a sea of platinum-white.
In her eyes, the figure in white was a divine savior straight out of a storybook, a true lord who had descended from the Nine Heavens to sweep away all evil.
'Is this... an Immortal...?'
Meanwhile, Su Wenxuan, who had been safely returned to the city, stared at the distant peak that had been razed to the ground. His eyes were bloodshot, and his small body trembled with excitement and awe.
'Boss! *That's* my real boss!'
As the head of the Su Family, Mr. Su's thoughts were the most complex of all.
