Tianming looked at Li Wushuang and knew that she couldn't accept how things turned out. Even though she had come here filled with confidence that the honor of the celestial orderians would be restored, things hadn’t turned out as she’d hoped. What was worse was that they suffered an even more humiliating loss than before. Now Li Haochen completely despaired, fully knowing that he would never rise above Tianming for the rest of his life. The realization was far worse than the prospect of going back to face his aunt.

"Aunt...." He grit his teeth, barely being able to mouth the word. He didn't look up at all, keeping his eyes fixed on her lower body. She looked just like a frozen statue. He could feel the chill coming from her from a distance.

"Haochen," she said, her cold voice grating painfully on his ears.

"Aunt, I'm listening."

"You may go back."

"Yes."

"After you return, face our kind and atone for your mistakes with your death." Her voice penetrated him bone deep. Li Haochen felt like he had fallen into ice water as he struggled to breathe; it was as if his airway was completely blocked off. He desperately wanted to say that it was her hubris and obsession with victory that had doomed him for good. She was the one who should have to die, not him! He knelt on the ground, face filled with despair.

"Big Brother Haochen...."...