"Perish together..." Chu Nan was dazed, recalling Feng Jiming's words in detail. Was this really how Chu Fang died?
Such a heroic end!
Though his heart was aching and empty, a sliver of relief appeared in Chu Nan's eyes. To fight to the last breath and die for one's belief, Chu Fang could be considered to have died a worthy death.
As Chu Fang's only son, Chu Nan believed that his father, having killed the Sword Demon before his death and preventing the lower realm from being blood-sacrificed, must have been deeply gratified as he faced death.
"And then?" Seeing Feng Jiming's expression of wanting to say more, Chu Nan felt he had more to reveal.
A flash of sadness and worry appeared on Feng Jiming's face as he said, "Your father indeed died fighting the Sword Demon, but at the time, only I saw it, only me!"
"Time after time, I tried to persuade myself it was an illusion, but I couldn't deceive myself even once."
