"Teacher, you're losing your composure..." Long Qingzi laughed uproariously.
At this moment, Zuo Yunfeng had already become deaf to all external sounds.
He held his head with both hands, his teeth clenched. The weakness of his body, the fragility of his spirit, the immense disappointment—all his efforts over a century turned to naught—every last bit of it plunged him into incomparable agony.
Standing up, he looked towards Tongning City in the distance, where Cai Jing Taoist was consuming countless specks of light, then glanced at the Pool of Ten Thousand Spirits and the Night Pool floating in the sky.
And further away, the rampaging Spirit Disaster Army on the land...
After some time adjusting, he seemed to come to terms with his own failure.
"...You've gone to great lengths to open so many gates, all to break free from my control. Now, the control has ended... Your fate is in your own hands…"
Zuo Yunfeng turned towards Long Qingzi; his expression twisted and restrained.
