Yun Ziliang's spirit was already on the verge of collapse; how could he have the energy to care about how despicable Yun Ziyi was?
Or rather, to him, his enemy was already determined—it was that unknown Heavenly God-level being.
However, even though the enemy was found, that was a Heavenly God, already the pinnacle existence in Jing Country.
How could he possibly avenge this blood feud?
Seeking revenge was hopeless, and the hatred was overwhelming. Yun Ziliang was both angry and filled with self-blame, blaming himself for being so mediocre, unable to deal with that Heavenly God,
blaming himself for why he had taken that elixir back then, being used by others to personally kill his own disciples of Hidden Dragon Mountain.
"How can I face the disciples of Dragon Seeking Mountain?
If I were to die and go to the netherworld, how could I face the ancestors of Dragon Seeking Mountain,
how can I, Yun Ziliang, claim to be a disciple of Dragon Seeking?"
