Chen Pingping looked at the ruins beneath his feet, feeling the cool autumn breeze, refreshing and invigorating, observing "Wuji Sect" from such a perspective for the first time.
Although he knew, Wuji Sect was still there.
But... inevitably, he felt a bit emotional, recalling the battle in Huangzhou, witnessing the dark turmoil, suddenly a feeling of powerlessness surged within him.
Despite having built Wuji Sect for so many years, it was still as insignificant as dust before the Divine Clan, as fragile as paper, easily defeated.
"Senior brother!" Guang Xiaoyu walked over.
"What is it?" Chen Pingping turned around.
She didn't speak, lowering her eyes, quietly watching him.
Knowing each other for so many years, she understood Chen Pingping's way of expressing emotions very well, once silent, it meant a low mood.
But Wuji Sect was still there.
Then?
The silence in Chen Pingping's heart should be because of the Divine Clan, right?
