And Qi Mo?
He had gone down the mountain to steal drinks, missing the drugged mountain spring water.
Thus, he was the clearest-minded amidst the world's madness.
In purple robes and golden crown, sword in hand, he walked over nonchalantly.
Even upon seeing Wei Min's corpse, he indifferently shifted his gaze, asking me lightly:
"What happened?"
I crushed the Bodhi beads on my wrist, scattering the white powder into the air.
If dissolved in water, it would be colorless and tasteless.
"Thanks to Senior Brother's guidance, special food can make the worms sleep."
"Smart." Qi Mo didn't look at me, his gaze fixed on something in the distance, "You did what I dared not."
He walked over gently, as if afraid to wake a dream.
He crouched down, brushed Xuan Yan's loose hair behind her ear.
Then, holding her in his arms, he kissed her forehead, adjusted her slightly askew collar, and straightened her hairpin.
He handed me his sword: "Kill me."
I hesitated.
"Xuan Yan's death wasn't your doing, but it started because of you, and I should hold you accountable. But I killed your family, even if unintentionally—
So, we're even." Qi Mo laughed bitterly, "Kill me. I've had enough of these crazy days, decades ago!"
He was mad in his clarity, his eyes brimming with bloody tears.
I firmly pressed the hilt of the sword.
After a long time, under Qi Mo's expectant gaze, I gently said:
"As you wish, Senior Brother."
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Slaying the Divine, Ascending the Path
FantasyIn this mystical tale set in ancient China, we follow the journey of a gifted individual who embarks on a path to spiritual enlightenment and immortality. The protagonist, blessed with unique visionary abilities, is drawn into a world of ancient alc...
