The Bright Saints trudged away shame-facedly. Yao Qianshu couldn't help but spit in disgust on the ground. He lifted his head to look at Ji Dong and said, "I'm sorry, Ji Dong, I..."
Ji Dong raised his hand to stop him from continuing, "They are them, you are you. We are still brothers."
Yao Qianshu sighed in regret, "I did not expect them to be such people. Mixed up with the wrong crowd."
Ji Dong replied calmly, "If they hadn't missed the Holy Evil battlefield, we would have been enemies not friends when we met again. If it wasn't for the fact that their deaths would tip the Holy Evil Scales, I wouldn't have spared them today. They are not worthy of Ultimate Magic Power."
Frey slapped Ji Dong on the shoulder, "Enough, little brother, don't let those insignificant people spoil our victorious mood."
As he said this, Ji Dong turned towards Frey. Looking at Frey and Ye Xin in his arms, a smile finally appeared on Ji Dong's cold face, "Congratulations, brother."
