"Mingjue!"
He Qing shouted.
This time, even she couldn't tell the exact feeling inside her.
Mingjue had harmed many people and committed numerous wrongs, yet no one could question his heart for Wang Weixun.
And now, a hundred years of solitude and effort had all turned to naught. The most beloved person died once more because of him... The one who killed him, however, bore Wang Weixun's body...
The young man.
Wang Weixun was only a teenager when he died.
What can a teenager achieve? He was obsessive, ruthless, with endless bizarre ideas, yet so tenacious, holding onto this century of loneliness. He sealed himself away with the Secret Technique, isolated from the outside's seasons of Spring and Autumn, accompanied only by the dead... If it weren't for Wang Weixun supporting him, he would have long become nothing short of a madman.
