At this moment, it was as if all his vital spirit had been drained away; the shock of his faith collapsing had almost hollowed out the oldest veteran of this Esoteric Sect.
He stood there in utter dejection, his expression no longer merely dark but lost, as if he had no idea where the road ahead lay; his whole person seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.
Yang Xiao had really gone all in—his forehead was smashed so hard that fresh blood was streaming down.
The Cannibal Buddha immediately rose to his feet, hurried down from the platform, grabbed Yang Xiao's hand, led him to his own seat, and shouted loudly, "Grant my son a seat, let him sit at my side!"
So Yang Xiao, sobbing uncontrollably, sat down beside the Cannibal Buddha's place. A guard brought over a cushion shaped like a meditation mat, and Yang Xiao sat on it, sharing the same table as the Cannibal Buddha.
