Theron stood there for a while.
His original intention was to send Ray and Supra off again, just to confirm where the next ones would come from. But it seemed like this wouldn't be necessary at all.
The moment he had the thought, he was certain that it was true. While he was surprised a bit by the brazenness of it all, it also helped him to calm down quite a bit.
There was something particularly… amusing about it all.
It was an odd thought to have given the situation, and it was certainly not the sort of thought practically anyone else would have had in this situation, but it was the feeling that Theron had nonetheless.
Sometimes the world of cultivation was well and truly a joke.
Your ancestor put in all that effort—scratching and clawing, swimming through rivers of blood and climbing mountains of blades—all so that you could sit perched on your throne of superiority.
And then what?
