At the moment Tang Zijing fell back, he heard a heart-wrenching cry.
The white-haired girl cried and rushed over to hold him, her tears flowing down her cheeks, fluttering in the wind and snow like withering snowflakes, as beautiful as they were heartbreaking.
"Ling'er..."
For Tang Ling, it was a call she hadn't heard in fourteen years.
In fact, when this man stood in front of her, all the resentment and hatred from these fourteen years dissipated, all the unwillingness and indignation were obliterated in the phantom of the past, it seemed as if she returned to her childhood, feeling that long-lost, loved sensation once again.
Yet love, to her, seemed too extravagant.
So much so that she had to pay such a heavy price.
So heavy that she could not bear it.
Gu Jianlin released the Ancient God Transformation, without hesitation converted to the Divine Path, and unleashed Life Perception.
Then he fell silent.
There was no saving him.
