"No!"
On the Saint Spirit Mountain, Yi Buhui and Yi Tu were on their knees in the study. The Phantom King's back was facing the two of them as he laughed mirthlessly.
The Phantom King paused for a moment and then continued tutting. "How many people has this bastard killed? So what if I do go? I have received news from the Demon-Buster Valley that all the great family clans' young masters in the Heaven-Splitting Army have been killed by him. If he has the guts, he should bear the consequences. I can't bring myself to stand up for him! I would offend many people by doing so. Why don't you calculate the benefits and costs on your own?"
"I know!"
