Then, Gui Xingfu left.
"Xia Ao, I'm not forcing you to kneel, but forcing you to see reality for what it is, you were born a kowtower."
Ling Ao sat on the ground in a daze, his adoptive father's words ringing in his ears.
Before him lay two paths; the first was to break his own spine, his knees, and kneel in abjection, waiting for the day Suo Lun would notice his submission.
The second was to take his own life, to end it all, and prove his dignity and backbone through death.
...
Yanjing Holy Temple!
The sight of Fu Lingxi in the flames, half angel and half demon, left all the attending cultivators and executioner priests completely dumbfounded.
Their scalps felt as though they were being peeled back, they knew they had seen something forbidden and their deaths were certain, with no path to survival left.
Within the flames, Fu Lingxi's face kept changing.
