After speaking to everyone, Yang Chen called Meng Po over to a corner.
Looking at Meng Po's somewhat lost expression, Yang Chen couldn't help but frown. He said in a deep voice, "Are you sure you want to continue like this?"
Meng Po smiled faintly, but it looked rather pitiful.
She looked at Yang Chen and said, "Before, I couldn't understand a saying: 'There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart.' I never understood what it meant. Though it explains that the greatest sorrow is when the heart dies, I didn't comprehend what a dead heart felt like. But now I understand—when you've completely given up, everything is so despairing, there's no meaning left!"
Yang Chen listened, then said coldly, "If that's the case, then leave now! I don't want you staying in the Asura Hall and harming my brothers here!"
"Ha!" Meng Po let out a cold laugh. "Not implicate the brothers? Should I just let myself perish?"
