Chu Feng wasn’t happy, even though in the eyes of outsiders, this kind of glorious battle result was worthy of a special book since he had dealt with a fallen immortal king who was close to Heng Zun. However, he himself didn’t make a sound.
He felt somewhat disappointed and even a little uncomfortable. He sighed for the man who had looked up to heaven in Hell. It was truly pitiful. He couldn’t see any brilliance in his entire life and had to raise his head in the abyss to search for that unattainable light.
In the end, that man went to his own death and left behind his most beautiful wishes and longings, letting his longings live in the outside world. But was that still him? It was only a form of sustenance.
Thus, while all the races were discussing fervently and exclaiming in admiration, Chu Feng restrained himself. He didn’t make a sound, and it was even more impossible for him to celebrate with others.
He remained silent and didn’t say a word.
