“Shopkeeper… I’m fine,” Greerwu’s face was covered in dust, his lips bitten and his eyes bloodshot.
Greerwu insisted he was okay, but in reality, just one strike from Popota had left his entire body covered with wounds.
Greerwu, stubbornly refusing to submit and unwilling to show his frailty to others, turned his head away, unable to bear Angel’s gaze, instead looking towards Aoluxiya floating in the distance…
Then, the ground shook, and the sound of footsteps came from behind Angel.
“I was actually planning to bring you over after sacrificing Aoluxiya. I didn’t expect you to take the initiative and come first.” Popota had already approached within less than ten meters from Angel.
From this statement, it was clear that Popota had always been aware of his and Greerwu’s position.
“You plan to sacrifice Aoluxiya?” Angel looked at Aoluxiya’s location; the large flames they had seen from afar were actually floating above Aoluxiya. Beneath Aoluxiya was a massive altar, prominently marked with a “Solar Eclipse”.
“That has nothing to do with you,” Popota paused for a moment, then changed direction in its speech, “But telling you won’t hurt. I’m only interested in the Primeval Flame. Keeping Aoluxiya is of no use; sacrificing her to the master of the abyss will make me stronger.”
No sooner had Popota finished speaking than Angel heard Greerwu sobbing softly behind him: “The master of the abyss? No, please don’t sacrifice Lord Aoluxiya! Don’t! Shopkeeper, please save Lord Aoluxiya…”
Angel fell silent; he couldn’t even save himself, let alone someone else.
“Rather than becoming stronger, you should be more concerned about how to stay alive to witness the future as the Baiyuan Flame burns, to see what kind of scenery it will produce,” Angel calmly replied, but he carefully weighed each word in his heart.
During the last encounter on the first floor of the Void Tower, Angel had noticed that Popota was sometimes lucid, sometimes frenzied. In such a situation, it was best not to say anything too provocative.
“You needn’t concern yourself with my affairs!” Popota snorted coldly.
Despite this, Angel still saw a trace of longing in the depths of Popota’s eyes.
“Since you’re here now, let’s use the time before the start of the sacrifice ceremony. Tell me everything about what you said in the Void,” Popota’s eyes flashed a threat. “My sister has been missing for a very long time. You said you’ve seen her; where is she?”
Angel silently took out a heart-shaped locket from his bracelet.
“You recognize this locket, don’t you?”
As soon as Angel’s words fell, a shadowy figure snatched the heart-shaped locket from his hands. By the time Angel reacted, the locket had already appeared in Popota’s hands.
“It’s hers, it really is hers!”
Popota’s hands trembled as it held the heart-shaped locket. It was very clear how poorly it controlled its power now, so it dared not touch the locket, for fear it would accidentally shatter it.
Even as it lay in the palm, Popota was exceedingly careful, daring not to make any significant movements.
Looking at the locket, a multitude of complex emotions flashed in Popota’s eyes. Seeing this personal item of his sister brought back many, many memories, memories that were fully unlocked in this moment…
While Popota was immersed in its memories, Greerwu breathed a sigh of relief, knowing full well that asking the shopkeeper to save Lord Aoluxiya was essentially equivalent to seeking death.
For now, any delay was a good thing.
Perhaps, in the process, Lord Aoluxiya might wake up.