The sound of chewing continued; the Ancestor seemed particularly fond of Lou Huixiang, intending to tear him apart, tap his bones, suck his marrow, and thoroughly masticate him.
The gory scene flashed uncontrollably in his mind, perhaps including Lou Huixiang's eyes, which would never close even in death.
With Lou Huixiang dead, Nalan Shuo was probably unable to escape his fate either. This temple must be the only chance left. Nalan Shuo didn't come together, likely due to some mishap.
Unlike Lou Huixiang, Nalan Shuo had truly shown kindness to Fang Zhou. Fang Zhou felt guilty about his death, but it was all too late to say anything now. With the four prophetic lines coming true one by one, Fang Zhou didn't know what to do next, but going down was out of the question. At least, he had to wait for the gray mist to clear and the Ancestor to leave.
Rustle rustle...
