C213 The Pitiful Person!

On the eighth day of the massacre, Merak departed, leaving Zopyrus to slump weakly against the city wall, his expression etched with profound despair.

He lit his tobacco and inhaled deeply, the harsh smoke swirling in his lungs.

Alioth, what sort of unparalleled prodigy was he? Zopyrus mused, unable to resist comparing himself to his rival. In terms of cultivation, they were neck and neck