A fragment land surrounded by ice fog roared incessantly.
Among the ruins of the city.
"Wu Yuan, once we return to Purgatory, if people from the Demon Sect ask..."
Qi Qingsong munched on the ferocious beast meat he had collected from Fang Boxuan under the Blood Moon, sustaining his Spiritual Soul with qi and blood, and said sideways, "Chen Lushi's death was by your hand."
"Do you not trust me?" Wu Yuan frowned.
Qi Qingsong smiled, "A little bit."
"I have no sense of belonging to the sect, I'm only seeking Divine Enthronement," Wu Yuan said expressionlessly, like a soulless statue, "The Demon Sect is merely willing to spend resources to cultivate me, providing various suitable demon techniques and secret skills."
"I've always wanted to leave, and even more so now."
He glanced at the glaciers in the distance.
"Pang Jian..."
"Is already ahead of all of us. You have the time to test me, better to work hard and cultivate. Strive not to be left too far behind by him."
