This kind of sorrow imposed upon the gods instantly turns them into melancholy old men.
However, the feeling Xie Tian gives to the gods also makes them feel that sorrow is the only emotion that can express their inner thoughts.
A hundred years of cultivation...
Finally mustered the courage to find Xie Tian...
The first feeling standing in front of Xie Tian still is...
Can't win.
"I knew, I shouldn't have been lucky..."
The god sighed an older breath, making Xie Tian unsure of how to respond.
Should I say keep going?
That would be tantamount to irony.
Should I say give up?
That would be tantamount to humiliation.
Seeing the god forlornly turn away, leaving like a walking corpse, Xie Tian felt somewhat heartbroken.
"I'm going up."
The god walked three more steps before realizing Xie Tian was talking to him, blankly turning his head.
"I'm going up."
Xie Tian gently repeated.
After contemplating for half an incense stick, the god's mouth finally pulled a ugly smile.
