Lu Ziyu took a deep breath, suddenly bent over, and spat out a mouthful of blood. He caught it in his hand, and the crimson liquid dripped from his palm to the ground.
Just as everyone thought Lu Ziyu was about to fight Luo Tian to the death, the young master of the Heritage Clan instead gave Luo Tian a deep look, said nothing, and turned to leave!
"Ziyu…" Huyan Qingshan cried out anxiously. 'What's going on? Even if you're no match for him, you can't just walk away like that, can you?'
Lu Ziyu heard Huyan Qingshan's voice and paused briefly. He then turned, looked at Huyan Qingshan, and said flatly, "Qingshan, from this day forward, we are no longer friends. You… are on your own."
With that, Lu Ziyu walked away without a second glance.
Huyan Qingshan called out a few more times, but Lu Ziyu only walked further away. Dejected, Huyan Qingshan turned back and said awkwardly, "Ziyu has always been proud and arrogant. He must be acting this way because he lost…"
