Millionaire Son in Law Chapter 6715 There is a mastermind behind all of this
Please read this chapter to follow the ongoing story.
- David and Jiang Xuelan find themselves alone in the silent Black Abyss Valley amidst various factions.
- David questions Jiang Xuelan about her decision to remain by his side.
- Jiang Xuelan expresses profound loyalty, choosing to stay rather than leave David alone.
Currently, only David and Jiang Xuelan were left standing in the Black Abyss Valley.
The main hall behind him was empty, like a body shell whose internal organs had been removed.
Before him stood tens of thousands of kneeling devil cultivators, a divine army bathed in golden light, and the majestic and all-seeing Great Luo Golden Immortal.
Even the wind stopped, and the entire valley became as silent as a grave, where even breathing could be heard very clearly.
David stood there, his gray robe hanging on the windless ground without swaying in the slightest.
The Dragon Slayer Sword hung from his waist, its purple sheath looking extremely lonely and cold in the golden light.
His face was calm, so calm that no emotions could be seen, as if the betrayal, escape, and helplessness had nothing to do with him.
He turned his head and looked at Jiang Xuelan who was beside him.
His profile was bathed in a faint golden light, and his cold blue eyes stared straight ahead, not at her, nor at the army of golden gods, but at somewhere far away.
Her eyelashes were long, casting mottled shadows in the golden light.
“Why don’t you go?” David asked.
His voice was very low, as if afraid of startling something.
Jiang Xuelan did not turn to look at him; his gaze remained straight ahead. But the corners of his lips were slightly curved—a very slight smile, almost imperceptible.
He didn’t look at her, as if he was looking into the distance: “If I leave, what will you do alone?”
These words seemed to come from the depths of his heart, without hesitation or thought, as if he had repeated them countless times in his heart.
Her voice was soft, yet clear like the wind on the icy plains.
David stared at him for a long time.
So long that the wind in the valley started blowing again, so long that the divine cultivators in the distance moved with low murmurs.
Then he smiled, a faint smile, but a smile that contained a sincerity that only appeared in the face of death, like the last ray of light seen before sinking into the abyss.