Chapter 3157: Chapter 1613: The Wine-pouring Barefoot Boy in White, Rao Wangze, the Divine Throne Occupied Solely by Cursed Yin
The atmosphere in the All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion had beco sowhat dire.
Long ago, Kong Yuhen had already completed the wooden carving of his Are you kidding.
After all, there cos a ti when even procrastinated matters must conclude.
Surely now there was no reason to keep guests any longer?
Wangze Holy Emperor believed he had given sufficient face to the mysterious Kong Yuhen, having spent a long, long ti in Ancient and Modern Worry Tower. He naturally did not hope that after matters concluded, the other party would still be overreaching.
Kong Yuhen truly wasn’t that sort of person.
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A helping hand was rely offered without needing to go to the lengths of sending Buddha to the West.
But not keeping the guests any longer certainly did not an that the only option left was to “see the guest off.”
Kong Yuhen said nothing, simply using the power of the All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion to connect with the outside world, allowing the two of them to witness the events unfolding at the Divine Relics.
At this mont, Xu Xiaoshou and his group had just entered the Galaxy Divine Court.
Within the Divine Punishnt Pillar great array, Huang Quan saw demi-saints easily soul-cleaved, including Upanishad demi-saints.
Facing Cursed Yin, the Upanishad demi-saints couldn’t even scream out in agony, and the miserably affected included his own cost-effective ally Yue Gongli.
Thus, Huang Quan sat even more upright on his little stool, as if the dangerous land of the All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion had beco his last refuge.
What Wangze Holy Emperor saw was the Holy Emperor Fengtian devoid of dignity. After repeated groveling and fruitless pleas for rcy, he beca a source of energy supply for the Galaxy Divine Court.
To this, he responded with a smile.
“Fengtian, how can you compare with Wangze?”
Regardless of what others thought, Wangze Holy Emperor pondered as such.
He didn’t believe that if he went out, he would end up with the sa fate as Holy Emperor Fengtian.
But, how much better could it get?
The Wangze Holy Emperor, who had been agitated for days in the All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, felt for the first ti that life should not always be moving forward, that upon finding an opportunity one needs to settle and reflect.
Sotis sitting quietly does not an retreating if one isn’t advancing against the current. After a great tide recedes and one is still on the shore not swept away, it is also a kind of success.
“Just wait!”
“It’s quite good too.”
As he waited, Wangze Holy Emperor felt sowhat fortunate that he had not struck at Kong Yuhen, so at the crucial mont, this person did not drive him out.
Admittedly, the future of the Wu Rao Emperor Realm, as the chief of a clan, was his greatest concern, but as a clan chief, can’t I sotis consider only myself?
I’m tired too, you know!
Thereupon…
Silence was the All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion tonight.
Anxiety nurtured in the endless wait.
“Divine Battle?”
After calming his mind and breathing for an indeterminate amount of ti, upon witnessing the appearance of the Eye of Heavenly Ancestor, the Wangze Holy Emperor couldn’t help but ask.
It was his first ti feeling that the Divine Relics were so out of control.
He had thought that personally entering the Arena for a re future of the Wu Rao Emperor Realm would be using a sledgehamr to crack a nut, even if it involved massive preparations, at least he was fully confident.
Now, it seed he might have been rash…
Was it also strenuous and thankless for an Emperor to step into the Arena?
How many years had Cursed Yin been plotting, yet he thought of negotiating terms and cooperation with Cursed Yin now that he had co, despite not having seen Ran Ming. Why not?
Was it as foolhardy as asking a tiger for its skin?
At best, this amounted to eagerly becoming soone else’s ghost!
No no no, perhaps that was undervaluing oneself. I am a Holy Emperor, and should not… Wangze Holy Emperor glanced towards Kong Yuhen, waiting for a response.
…
“Click, click, click…”
Kong Yuhen seed indifferent to Are you kidding’s question, continuing with his new woodcarving without responding.
Or perhaps he couldn’t predict the direction of the Divine Battle, nor could he define whether the mutual verbal assault of the two great weakened Ancestral Gods could be considered a Divine Battle.
Peeping is not good.
It could reveal many minor flaws and secrets of people.
And to protect Xu Xiaoshou’s various thods and privacy, Kong Yuhen chose to turn off the projection, watching silently by himself.
He had been paying attention to Xu Xiaoshou.
And had subtly assisted the latter multiple tis when he was in trouble.
Kong Yuhen highly valued this “guest from another world,” otherwise he wouldn’t have gifted the Ti Ancestor Shadow Staff upon their first eting.
As for the reason…
Kong Yuhen wasn’t quite clear himself.
Perhaps, he was one of the few people who could rember more about himself?
Waiting…
Still was the prolonged waiting…
In the anxiety of what felt like years dragging by, conversation ceased within the All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, as if Kong Yuhen and Wangze Holy Emperor had both forgotten their initial intentions of one remaining and the other staying.
Not to ntion Huang Quan, who was trying his best to make his presence feel less substantial, even making an effort to naturally tone down his “restraint.”
In this not too wide or narrow lower attic, what remained was the irritably constant sound of “click, click, click” of wood carving, echoing in one’s ears.
Very annoying.
Causing much anxiety.
But if it was only this, the unease could be smoothed over by ti, itself also a kind of “forget sorrow” on another level.
Unfortunately.
What one fears the most, seems to always co knocking, doesn’t it?
…
“Creak~”
There was a wooden bell in the pavilion.
But no one knew for how long, when at so mont, the wooden door of the All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion was pushed open.
“Who have you invited now?”
Wangze Holy Emperor’s eyes widened first towards Kong Yuhen.
However, what he saw was the latter stopping his carving and showing a slightly surprised look.
An unexpected guest!
Like the petrified Huang Quan, who also seed to be imbued with life force at that mont, moved his eyes beneath the mask to glance at the wooden door’s entrance.
Completely empty!
The door had been pushed open.
But it seed only air had entered.
In any case, he couldn’t see anyone.
But!
Why did it suddenly feel!
That the lower attic of the All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, had beco even more claustrophobic?
“My friend…”
Kong Yuhen gently set down the wood carving and carving knife in front of the tea table, stood up to pour tea for the opposite side, and then stretched out his hand to gesture:
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