When Jiang Xuantao's head fell, Jiang Su's palm paused for a moment.
Before the eyes of this cold and indifferent Divine General, those fleeting years seemed to flash by, with the detached decision to leave a pillar for the future Ying Country, and the slight ripple of watching the child after leaving behind a bloodline.
Days spent teaching him martial arts with the status of an elder, watching Jiang Xuantao grow from a young child into a spirited youth and then a radiant young man, stepping onto the battlefield and achieving merits.
The various scenes of the past flowed like water, previously unnoticed, now piercing Jiang Su's heart like a sharp blade.
The hand of the Martial Arts Legend hesitated for a moment when retracting.
Jiang Xuantao's head fell to the ground and rolled.
The eyes, full of unwillingness, still stared wide at the sky.
