Fang Boxuan felt as if he had been dealt a heavy blow.
The wound on his waist and abdomen, still unhealed and not yet scabbed over, suddenly burst open again, once more oozing bright red blood.
Gazing at the Sky Peng Battleship high in the sky, and thinking of how Fu Wangchen had not spared him a second glance earlier, seemingly unaware of his existence, the frustration inside Fang Boxuan grew thicker.
"My, my Fang Family's annihilation!"
He clutched his waist, his face full of grief and despair.
"To put it bluntly, it's a bit of a blow to you, but they have been clueless from the beginning. If there's anyone to blame, it's his master, the Demon Sect, and the Valley Master of Black Valley," Zhuang Yuyan said with a soft sigh, consoling, "The world is in chaos, you still have your chance for revenge."
She then whispered, "Zhou, what do you think of Fu Wangchen's feelings toward that Miss Li from the Li Family?"
Pang Jian shook his head.
