This belated awakening has entirely shattered Fu Pinglan's last mental pillar. Though he stands there, his heart is barren, as if only an empty shell remains.
Whether Ji Zhouyin kills him or not makes no difference to him; the future of the Martial Path and the two realms is essentially in Chu Zheng's hands.
Everyone will perish.
In the face of Fu Pinglan's death-wish, the ancient, unchanging indifference on Ji Zhouyin's face finally shifted.
He looked at Fu Pinglan's eyes, which seemed to have lost all brilliance, and let out a long and complex sigh, tinged with a barely perceptible regret.
"Pinglan..."
Ji Zhouyin's voice was no longer cold as iron, but carried a hint of sighing:
"I once advised you, told you not to be too attached to Zheng Chu. Such obsession would only backfire."
He shook his head slightly, his gaze seeming to penetrate time, landing on a more distant past:
