"Where's the promised epic turning point in the plot?"
In the thunderous collapse of the Demon Realm, Huai Shi sat on a stone, deep in thought.
After witnessing the entire process, he only felt a cold shiver despite the hot weather, icy hands and feet. When will we tools finally rise? Seems like I hardly did anything this time around!
Is that it? Solved?
Huai Shi looked questioningly at Guo ShouQue, "Will Deer's Sing Hall still get involved?"
"That's someone else's job, no need for us to handle it," Guo ShouQue said.
"What about interference and influence from other factions?"
"All are handled by designated personnel."
"And then?" Huai Shi asked.
"Well, there's no 'then' after it."
Guo ShouQue drank the last drop from his bowl, putting the porcelain bowl down.
As he lifted his gaze, he saw a dignified samurai, clad in armor, slowly emerge from the shattered palace. Everywhere he passed, the holy aura of Paradise spread, extinguishing all resentment in the air.
