Han Jun felt the words leave him. It was as if a boulder, a weight he had carried for two thousand years, had finally been lifted from his chest. He regretted not saying something that day. If he had, perhaps Xue Wuheng wouldn't have gone down this dark road. Maybe all those sects wouldn't have been slaughtered like pigs.
He had lived with this burden, knowing one day he would have to face his senior brother. He worked even harder, cultivating day and night, just to become stronger than him. And as expected, the day he feared came, and he had to cage his senior brother.
Xue Wuheng wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand. "Why? Why..." His voice was low, filled with a twisted conviction. "...because true harmony can only be forged through destruction." Xue Wuheng actually believed it. In his mind, he thought he was purging weakness from the cultivation world, pruning a tree by hacking off its branches.
