"Awkward——"
Complete Silence!
Utter Deathly Silence!
Everyone seemed to hear the intangible crow's caw echoing from the distant sky.
Fen Qin Zhu He, Sleeveless Saint Servant, Sang Qiye of Tiansang Spirit Palace...
This figure, once renowned throughout the world, revered and loathed by tens of thousands, was now so pathetic that he didn't even have a grass shoe to cover his shame.
With his dirty, charred toes, he was exposed naked under the scrutiny of countless eyes, desperately clinging to the ground.
His body trembled as if electrocuted, shaking like a sieve.
His silence was deafening.
Suddenly, the world turned grayscale, devoid of any reason; Elder Sang's vacant gaze aimlessly swept over the many people around him...
So many people!
Really, so many people!
Never before had Elder Sang felt that the Divine Relics were so crowded, as if packed with millions of humans.
Their faces were barely holding back laughter, and their eyes brimming with mockery.
So noisy!
