"The news of Ling Tianyu's death and his soul's dispersal can't be hidden," Xuan Qilin said hoarsely.
Xuan Zhe had already turned away, no longer watching the scene in the light screen. A well-matched couple had been cruelly torn apart like this.
Where is justice in heaven?
And where is fairness in the human world?
Are all things in this world thus?
Xuan Zhe had lived for countless years, seen all the world's warmth and coldness. Even so, he couldn't help but feel sorrow in his heart.
Forced into suicide, probably only Ling Tianyu among the current strong ones ended up like this.
Xuan Zhe waved his hand, canceling the light screen, turning away to leave.
Xuan Qilin did not disturb him, knowing he felt terrible and needed solitude.
At Kunyang Mountain, Duan Yanran still clasped her hands over the wound on Ling Tianyu's neck, already lost in thought.
