Zhuge Yunshang's red eyes gleamed as he manipulated the winds and clouds, continuing until he was utterly exhausted and had to steady himself by using his sword as a crutch.
The culprit he had hated for a hundred years turned out to be himself. Looking at Mo Chen's sword, he was consumed by shame and felt he had no face left to show the world.
So, all along, they had been protecting him. In the past, and in the present, they were always protecting him.
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