So familiar,
just like his former self.
The earth burning, ashes falling like rain.
Flames rushing, carrying Hell, bearing more pain, passing through the desolate world into the sea of tears, never to be seen again.
But what did he really amount to?
Amidst the many suffering people, there wasn't necessarily a need for one more Ji Jue, amongst all those innocent dead there wasn't necessarily a necessity for one less person like himself.
From beginning to end, he was just lucky.
He just happened to be lucky, loved by the best person in the world, by... her.
Thus, there was no need for a special title, nor to be summarized by a grandiose name.
Because of this, he felt such regret and shame.
"Sorry, Director Qian."
He self-mockingly sighed, "I am indeed not a good doctor."
In that instant, the Bone Knife extended out from within his flesh into his fingertips, the translucent blade no longer merciful, fully sharp.
Pointed at Jian Yuan's face.
