"I curse you!"
"The son you took from me today, in the future you will also feel the pain of father and son being parted!"
Pain! Pain! Pain!
With that, the old woman instantly ended her life on the spot.
The Ten Chariots King kneels on the ground, his expression dazed, holding his head in fear.
He had no children to begin with, and even if he had children in the future, he would face the pain of parting from them.
"Why is this happening!"
"How could this happen! It's all my fault! It's all my fault!"
The Ten Chariots King is in a daze.
He doesn't remember how he returned to the palace, only recalling watching the three bodies being burned.
"Have these ashes properly kept and sent to the Ganges."
The Ten Chariots King said.
He had nothing to make amends with, the only thing he could do was send the ashes of the three to the Ganges, hoping for release through its baptism.
"Curse!"
"I have no son, yet at this moment I am cursed to be parted from one!"
