"I do feel sorry for her," Mr. Lan said. "Kong Wang had almost succeeded. If she had survived, the course of this world would have been drastically different."
"What's there for you to pity? What good does the appearance of the Eighth Heart Phase do for you, the Eternal King?" Yan Qi sneered. "Crying for the mouse while being a cat. At most, you're just mourning the loss of a worthy opponent."
Somewhere, at some unknown time, there was a small cozy cabin decorated in blue tones. A warm-toned chandelier hung from the ceiling, a soft carpet lay on the floor, a large-screen HD color TV rested on the TV cabinet, the coffee table in the middle of the living room was covered with opened snacks and freshly cut fruits, and there were several invitingly soft sofas placed around in the empty spaces.
