Ming Zhitian retorted, "Then why aren't you crying yet?"
Taihong Divine Lord was taken aback, "Uh... this..."
Ming Zhitian disdained to argue with them and then issued a stern warning, "What comes around goes around. And anyone who dares to harm Empress Xingchen is my enemy, Ming Zhitian!"
Domineering! A word that sealed life and death.
Taihong Divine Lord and his son, Sun Moon Divine Lord, felt as if they had received a general amnesty, "Yes!"
Now, Ming Zhitian had to quickly treat the battered Empress Xingchen. Although she had taken a pill earlier and her life was saved, her external and internal injuries had not yet been completely healed.
Outside, Sun Moon Divine Lord was indignant, "Daddy, we have power. We can surround him and deal with him. Why should we fear him? He even caused my woman to lose her life. This debt..."
Taihong Divine Lord felt like slapping him again! Sun Moon Divine Lord wanted to dodge, but Taihong Divine Lord lowered his raised hand.
"You good-for-nothing, how could I, Taihong, have a son like you? You have no discernment. Do you think he could have become the Divine Emperor of Cultivation solely on his own?"
Sun Moon Divine Lord said, "If not him, then who? Does he have power too?"
"Suo Hai Wu Ge." Taihong Divine Lord uttered these four words, then he, Sun Moon Divine Lord, took their belongings and people, and left the Divine Emperor's Holy Land Sect.
Some people, some things, some matters, cannot be obtained simply by wanting them. It depends on whether one has the strength.
In Empress Xingchen's chamber—
Empress Xingchen had changed into simple clothes, as ordered by Ming Zhitian. She lay quietly on the bed, her skin as white as jade, with only a few sparse traces of red.
Yet, even in simple attire, her peerless beauty, celestial grace, and that exquisitely sculpted physique could not be concealed.
Ming Zhitian sat by her side, meticulously examining each wound before applying medicine to Empress Xingchen.
After a while, Empress Xingchen awoke, "I'm still alive?"
"Shh."
Ming Zhitian said, "You are still very weak. Do not speak."
Empress Xingchen said, "You saved me."
She quietly watched Ming Zhitian apply medicine, offering no resistance. They spoke no words.
After a long pause, Empress Xingchen was much better and then asked him to leave, "You can go now. You are not welcome here."
Ming Zhitian stood up and then looked around, "Where is Ling'er?"
"It's none of your business." Empress Xingchen paused, "She ran away from home."
Ming Zhitian frowned, "Shall I send people to look for her?"
Empress Xingchen did not look at him, "No need. She's gone to clear her head. Let her be."
Then she asked again, "Is Xia Wei with you?"
"Yes," Ming Zhitian replied.
"Oh."
With those simple words, they exchanged no further discourse. Ming Zhitian understood the reason and left at his own pace.
However, little did he know that after he left, Empress Xingchen inexplicably shed tears.
Her beautiful face contorted, "Zhitian, I don't know how to face you, nor how to face myself. If there is a next life, I only wish to be an ordinary person by your side."
...
Ambushed halfway, Ming Ya appeared before Ming Zhitian. Father and son had no grudges that lasted overnight, yet Ming Zhitian was particularly indifferent.
Ming Ya said, "Come back with me. You've offended Bo Li Ge, and the Divine Sect is finished."
"Get lost," Ming Zhitian said coldly.
Ming Ya frowned, "Is this how you speak to me?"
Ming Zhitian said, "How do you want me to speak to you? Move aside."
He then brushed past Ming Ya. Ming Ya called out to him, "Don't go back. Your mother has already been taken away by me in advance. The Divine Sect is finished."