While the ancestral land was peaceful, the atmosphere in the Xuan Ming Heavenly Kingdom was abnormally oppressive.
After returning from the border of the Gou Mang Heavenly Kingdom, Zhan Jingtao was brimming with anger.
Mu Zhixing was dead. But instead of his anger being vented, he felt even more aggrieved.
Self-destructing was letting him off too easily.
Moreover, with Mu Zhixing's death, they didn't recover their losses at all.
"Commander Zhan, are you sure Mu Zhixing is dead?" Wu Suchen said weakly.
"Brother Wu, are you suspecting me?" Zhan Jingtao's expression was ugly. "I saw it with my own eyes. How can it be fake?"
"No," Wu Suchen explained. "It's just that I feel that things are a little strange. According to our previous contact with Mu Zhixing, he shouldn't be the kind of person who would die so easily."
Wu Suchen frowned in thought.
