There was no expression on Tian Yongheng's face. He was calm, indifferent, just as always.
However, inwardly, a tide of emotions surged through his entire being, threatening to tear apart the Dao Heart forged over six centuries of diligent cultivation.
That girl whom he had seen grow up in his past life, making sure she always stayed away from harm like a responsible older brother, how much had she suffered since that incident?
He couldn't even dare to imagine, only feeling a pang of extreme guilt and self loathing.
If only I was a little stronger, if only I hadn't died at that time...
Perhaps things would have been different. But it was no longer the case now.
It had been over 600 years.
Countless things had changed, including his own mindset as a result of his cultivation base.
Yet, even then, he still couldn't shake off this wave of self blame.
