Bai Wei's words were like fuel, making the spark in his heart burn even more brightly.
But the Saint was no pushover; upon knowing what Bai Wei intended to do, he naturally formulated a strategy to counteract it.
"It's just a part of the plan." The Saint said calmly, "I've experienced such things many times before."
The Saint allowed more hidden memories to surge forth.
Yes, such things had already happened many times.
Not only Ade, and not only Vic.
For hundreds of years, he'd come here countless times, bringing countless people.
Each time he felt sadness, but it was soon diluted by the memories he'd found. So he used these memories, used those countless faces to wash away that spark, quickly letting the sadness in his heart fade away.
"All this was foreseen." The Saint said to Bai Wei, "Why would I feel sadness for something anticipated?"
Bai Wei laughed and pointed to Vic, "And what about this?"
At that moment, Vic cut off his own flesh.
