Song Xian's fingers moved, and another arrow shot out, his mind filled with the image of Xie Liangchen from his past life, drenched in blood.
Though everything is different in this life, the events of the past still pierce his heart like a thorn, and now he is personally removing that thorn.
"Brother."
Song Xian seemed to hear Liangchen's voice by his ear, his mind ceaselessly repeating the decisive visage of Xie Liangchen from years ago.
It didn't seem much at the time, but looking back now, there's an indescribable ache in his heart.
This way, Ji Yuan can no longer harm Liangchen, Zigeng, and innocent people.
Chang An had followed the master for so long, but it was the first time he saw the master like this.
Ji Yuan began struggling to escape, then could only roll around on the ground to dodge, until finally, he collapsed on the ground, letting the arrows pierce through him.
