"Ai Gou!"
"Ai Gou, you actually launched a covert attack!"
"Elder Sang, oh Elder Sang, you died so miserably, so miserably!"
"I fought my way through the Eighth Palace to reach today, all for the hope that one day I could save you from depths of despair and fiery torment. But I never imagined... wah!"
Lord Shou cried!
Cried bitterly!
He cried so hard he hiccupped, tears and snot mixed into the clear water, yet that disgust could not be purified away no matter what.
Such exaggerated reactions caused everyone watching to immediately feel dubious.
"Isn't this a bit too much?"
There's no greater grief than a dead heart.
Or rather, regarding Lord Shou, the phrase "a barking dog seldom bites" might be more apt.
In any case, if Sleeveless Saint Servant truly died, Lord Shou shouldn't be reacting like this. He should be rushing out of the Dead Sea to fight a battle with Lord Cang Sheng?
"Lord Shou, helpless?"
