"Maybe Bi Yao following the Great Immortal isn't so bad..."
Zhang Xiaofan could only comfort himself like this.
He couldn't save Bi Yao, but Zhou Chen could.
What else could he do?
The image of Zhou Chen's immense and boundless figure flashed in his mind, something beyond his imagination and comprehension, terrifying.
He simply couldn't snatch someone back from him.
"I'm just a failure..."
Zhang Xiaofan was dejected.
It seemed like a melody played in his ears:
[I can't give you the happiness you want, so I choose to withdraw.]
[Because I love you, I'll let you go.]
[Choose a better place to belong.]
[I beg you not to say I'm too cruel, who can willingly admit defeat...]
...
"Beast God, unless the Great Immortal tells us himself that he doesn't want other beauties, tell us how to contact him, or none of you are leaving today!"
The Poison God, Master Yuyang, and other strong individuals who crave immortality had gone mad, surrounding the Beast God and Linglong.
