68 Mu (2/2)

”Grandpa Zhou!” Zhi Ruo rushed toward the shackled old man, but she stopped soon after. Flabbergasted, she thought, ”Powerful.”

Interested, Feng Hui rested his hand on Zhi Ruo's soft shoulders, the beautiful scarlet dress emphasizing her enchanting neckline.

Like pudding, Zhi Ruo fell into the pair of broad arms, ”I'm tired, Feng Hui.”

”…” Reassuring the little girl, Feng Hui sighed, ”From now on, I won't let anything wrong us.”

”Brat, if you had cultivated for another thousand years, perhaps you would have stood a chance.” The flesh of Zhou Lei was burning. However, in an instant, everything stopped.

That same power flashed brightly. Zhou Lei chuckled as the hydra-attired emperor froze like a block of ice. Redirecting the laws, he made Chan Aiguo experience his own evil power.

”What?” Shivering, Chan Aiguo became fearful.

”You have to show mercy!” Chan Aiguo's once tender skin solidified at a frightening rate. In this world, he still had too much to achieve; his dreams couldn't end here.

Furthermore, his loss would be to some random old man? Even in his grave, Chan Aiguo would not be able to rest! If he had lost to Long Fengge, the most talented cultivator in the Eastern World, it would not have been a shameful death.

”Mercy?” Zhou Lei glowingly laughed. ”Did you show me mercy?”

”Brat, I'm just letting you experience the same power that you had in store for the rest of us.”

Chan Aiguo looked at the cruel old man before turning around to see the beautiful couple. Catching them peacefully smiling while he was about to depart to meet Yama, he roared, ”You two planned this all along! I show Sister Ruo grace, and you two team up against me!”

”Fengge, what do you have against me! Why must you always stand in my way?” Chan Aiguo's skin had turned to blood jade up until his neck; his vision started to dim.

Zhi Ruo saw a glistening droplet within the devil's blackened eyes. Shaking her head, she stated, ”Ai. You have no one but yourself to blame, Chan Aiguo.”

The agonizing mental pain was far greater than his flesh burning. Chan Aiguo's heart was filled with only pain and unwillingness.

This world was vast and boundless.

”It can't end here.” The single glistening tear trickled down Chan Aiguo's handsome face. How many people would remember him after his death?

Perhaps, Chan Aiguo's name would disappear in a few centuries. After all, as an emperor, he had been neglectful of the commoners. The history books would chastise him.

The thinking of Chan Aiguo became slower and slower. In his depleting gaze, apart from a shadowy figure, there was nothing left.

Suddenly, a calm voice resounded amidst Chan Aiguo's dark thoughts, the light tone springing him awake.

”I won't forget the softhearted, hardworking scholar,” stated Feng Hui.

”Ah… that's right,” thought Chan Aiguo. Long Fengge has always been like this. From the start, there wasn't a need for him to make comparisons between them. The two of them weren't on the same path to begin with.

Their goals were completely different. A single wrong decision had altered Chan Aiguo's life.

”Thanks, Fengge… you evil bastard.” Chan Aiguo muttered. Even at the end, Feng Hui had made him feel guilty for everything.

Along with his guilt, his thinking completely stopped. All that was left was a blood jade sculpture that no longer moved. An inanimate object that stood there silently looking afar, admiring the beautiful world.

It was a fitting end for the scholar. The sight that returned Chan Aiguo to his roots.