Between people, the transference of joy and suffering simply doesn't exist.
Just as no one can imagine, at this moment, the terrible torment the three commanders of Xuehai Department are enduring.
In their eyes, they have lost the entire world.
Only a sword remains.
A sword that could take their lives at any moment, but paradoxically does not.
The Demon Technique that they once brandished recklessly possessed the power to move heaven and earth, rapidly healing wounds by taking the lives of fellow Youquan Sect disciples.
However... who would care?
The martial arts of Youquan Sect have always been about overpowering the lower ranks.
The inferior are always the ants.
They could treat the common disciples of Youquan Sect this way, and the Second Master could similarly treat them.
Seated high above, the Youquan Sect Hierarch naturally could take and demand anything from all the sect's disciples.
In their view, this was just how things worked.