"When I say it, you must accept it."
The first words spoken the moment Ren Woxiao met Qin Jun replayed in his mind, stirring an even deeper unease in his heart.
Ren Woxiao had helped him greatly but had never asked for anything in return.
Qin Jun had always assumed he had some ulterior motive, and it never crossed his mind that Ren Woxiao would die so suddenly.
"I haven't even shared a drink with you... haven't yet made you a divine general of the Great Qin Heavenly Court—how could you have fallen already?"
Qin Jun stumbled through a haze of grief, his eyes faintly red.
He turned away, his back now facing Qin Nu and the newly-born souls, ensuring they couldn't see the expression on his face.
They were still chanting, "First came the Heavenly Emperor, then came the Dao; before Primordial was created, there was Ren Woxiao."
Qin Jun was consumed by endless remorse, images of Ren Woxiao's face persistently surfacing in his mind.
