The Divine Emperor had left, and whether or not he would show up on the day of the final exchange conference no longer mattered.
What did matter was that in the round of the top thirty-two, he had granted immortality to someone—a person who had emerged halfway through and had nothing to do with the exchange conference.
Such an event had never happened in the three thousand years of the Divine Dynasty.
What did this mean?
It meant that the person kneeling on the arena floor truly could not die.
Almost no one could understand why Shen Shao would say such a thing.
But Gu Sha, the crafty old grandmother who had always been lost in thought, her eyes that had witnessed tens of millennia of vicissitudes filled with intense shock, her mouth with only two teeth opening and closing incessantly, seemed to be saying something...
"Scheme against me... scheme against me..."
