Ryu coughed violently, several mouthfuls of blood flowing from his lips and drenching his body. He hung somewhat limply within the face of the mountain, his body feeling as though it had been ripped into several pieces.
'The Princess's husband…'
The first thought Ryu had was betrayal. It was the kind of sickening, twisting feeling that tore into his guts and wrenched at them. He could hardly even focus on the world around him, the blood flowing from his mouth taking with it some bile from his stomach.
He felt sick almost to the point of his entire will collapsing.
He truly loved Elena. To her, it had been 900 million years. But, to him, they had just shared their wedding bed at most three years ago. Even though he had lived a short time in the eye of other cultivators, such a time was still just a short while to him.
