"Sigh!"
"The Immortal Deer, having cultivated for hundreds of years, was hunted down by me!"
"Truly..."
Thinking of this, Zhu Youxiao couldn't help shaking his head repeatedly. As he did so, a look of pity and annoyance was evident in his eyes.
"Your Majesty, please restrain your grief!"
"It was its destiny after all!"
"This matter surely cannot be blamed on Your Majesty!"
Seeing Zhu Youxiao's grieving expression, State Preceptor Wang Lin hurriedly consoled him.
The others also echoed the sentiment repeatedly.
Not just them, even Li Jing found himself involuntarily nodding in agreement.
This Immortal Deer, having escaped the hunting of Liang Huiwang hundreds of years ago, was indeed lucky. But hundreds of years later, to die at the hands of a descendant of Huiwang could only be seen as fate.
From this perspective, Zhu Youxiao indeed didn't need to carry much burden.
