Ji Fengyan instinctively looked towards the blood-covered Gong Zhiyu after she landed on the ground. The surrounding aura of death had faded, showing that the wights summoning spell had been broken.
Linghe was just preparing to lead his men forward when Ji Fengyan stopped him. She gazed at Gong Zhiyu with a complicated expression.
The Gong Zhiyu of that moment was devoid of his usual calm. He spared no thought for his own injuries, but was cradling that shriveled body tenderly in his own arms. Blood dripped down from his mouth onto that body.
"You said that you would be back soon. But it was a lie." Gong Zhiyu smiled bitterly at the man, whose face had already gone beyond recognition. "If I had known, I would rather that it had been me…"
He knew better than anyone just who this person was.
All these years, he had been waiting for the return of this man. Perhaps he had known all along that this man had met with harm—but he continued to deceive himself.
Laughable…
Pathetic…
