Normally, Xueyang, being a member of the Yangxiang Race, shouldn't be wishing for one of their own Grandmasters to die.
But this little bastard was overjoyed.
Far from trying to stop it, he couldn't wait for more Grandmasters to die.
Xueyang was the Yingjie Saint Son. His sole objective was to resurrect the Bi Hui Cave Heaven Saint.
"Sir, stop pretending. You're just someone who clings to life and fears death. Otherwise, you wouldn't have come here at all.
"We're in the same boat now, so let's just be open with each other!
"I can promise you on behalf of the Bi Hui Cave Heaven Saint that after the Thousand-Year Calamity ends, a portion of your Wuwen Race will be allowed to survive and become the ninth race of the Damp Realm!
"Thanks to you, the Outer Realm Demons won't be exterminated like the Thunder Race. You're actually the greatest hero!"
Xueyang glanced at Ban Rongchen, his smile not reaching his eyes.
