Ye Wudao and the others simply couldn't imagine what Ye Ling would become in the future.
He was the unrivaled favorite of the heavens, he was a proud and mighty powerhouse that commanded the winds and clouds.
But now, he had fallen, he had lost everything he relied on, and in the years to come, he would almost be a cripple compared to before, perhaps even on the brink of death at any moment.
For someone as proud as Ye Ling, this was simply unbearable, how was he to live.
Tears from Ye Wudao fell down, drop by drop, with a smile on his face, yet it was a smile of helplessness, a pained smile.
Shenfeng, Li Tianhao, and Mo Xing, each and every one of them, cried out in agony. Mo Xing even knelt on the ground and fiercely pounded the earth, his pain was immeasurable.
He had watched Ye Ling with his own eyes, starting from weakness, taking steps towards strength, reaching glory, and ascending to the pinnacle.
