The laughter of Jingtian echoed through the Tiangang Dao Sect, and soon more people joined in, until even Zhou Tai was grinning from ear to ear. To them, Lin Ze, a mere mortal cultivator, was bold to the point of absurdity—delivering himself to his own death was a godsend, sparing them the trouble of traveling to the Far West to battle vicious fiends and undead abominations.
"A waste is a waste, through and through," Zhao Yingrong scoffed, her face set in a cold grimace. "I thought he might have the sense to hide as far away as possible."
"Ending it here in public is just as well," Su Yuanshan remarked, finally recovering from his shock.
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