She wasn't sure what she felt when they met again; she simply stood quietly at a distance, watching him.
Xun Wind went up to talk to him, but Yun Wangshu didn't listen to a word of their conversation.
All I see is him, all I see is him.
"Okay." The gentle voice spoke softly, as if it had already noticed Yun Wangshu turning to the side.
A refined and humble smile graced his face as he extended his hand to her once more, "Long time no see, Wangshu."
He still remembers himself...
Yun Wangshu stood rooted to the spot, a sense of unease and tension instantly washing over her.
She didn't understand why her heart was beating so violently. Did she like it?
Perhaps.
This is hidden love, a future that dares not be expressed.
When his memories returned, Kun Earth concealed the emotions in his eyes. If Qian Heaven had been a member of the Four Fiends Cult from the very beginning, then were his experiences with Qiandi driven by a purpose?
What a laughable vow, what a pathetic promise.
"Kun Earth..." Xun Wind frowned as he looked at Kun Earth, who had been in a daze for a long time, wanting to say some words of comfort.
But the words caught in his throat. He couldn't comfort her from her perspective; after all, they weren't the ones who stood by her side during her most painful time.
It is Qian Heaven).
Fan Daoyi pondered the development of this matter; Qian Heaven's departure was definitely not sudden.
He had this idea a long time ago, but someone brought it forward.
Me?
This is the most likely answer.
So the goal is...
"The objective is to have you kill someone." The unreliable undercover agent Dao Er, suddenly offered this answer.
Murder? Fan Daoyi was puzzled, and he turned his gaze to Dao Er.
Qian Heaven is indeed a member of the Four Fiends Cult, and his influence is considerable.
He was a little surprised by the sudden appearance of Dao Er Dao Er, who didn't seem to mind his gaze at all, even though he was wearing a mask.
Qian Heaven vaguely remembered him; he seemed to have seen his figure on that river bridge before. A dagger pierced through Fan Daoyi, and then he fled.
Is this guy really a member of the Four Fiends Cult? Is Taotie him?
Taotie was replaced once again, and all he could feel was an itch in his nose, so he rubbed his index finger.
"You actually came back? Why?" Qiongqi stared at Qian Heaven, his tone puzzled.
Qian Heaven refused to answer the question and changed the subject, "I've got the stuff; there's no point in leaving it there."
Fan Daoyi felt that the topic of Qian Heaven was somewhat forced.
Would someone who values power so much really leave just because things are boring?
Even though he, as the Qian Heaven, has the Azure Dragon above him, it's still better than being under the four of the Four Fiends Cult.
His departure seemed to have a unique charm.
Qiongqi's brows relaxed. "We actually got it. With this item, resurrecting that person will be possible without any cost."
Cost? Is there a cost to resurrecting people?
Fan Daoyi felt that this matter was somewhat unfamiliar, as if a non-existent memory had appeared in his mind.
The resurrection granted by others seems to depend on the cost to the resurrected person, rather than being a free reward obtained by completing the game.
No wonder, he hadn't heard anyone wish to resurrect someone in a long time.
"What do you think of how this situation is developing?" Dao Er whispered.
"I can take the lives of the resurrected at any time. If this killing refers to killing the resurrected, then wouldn't I be completely biased towards this side?" Dao Yi tried to understand the meaning behind his previous actions.
As an outsider to the mystery, Dao Er's thinking is simpler than Dao Yi's.
"Since so many people were resurrected, of course they should all die. No favoritism whatsoever!"
Upon Fan Daoyi actually nodded seriously.
It would be unfair to kill only one of them; if they were all killed, there would be no question of favoritism.
Guixu or humanity, he chose the middle.
Looking up, he saw that no one had noticed him. He took a step back Teleportation teleported away.
On a whim, he went to Azure Dragon's office. Judging from Azure Dragon's expression, it seemed he had expected this, as he had even prepared tea.
Fan Daoyi sat down, lightly touching the teacup with the back of his hand, still warm from the tea. He then gently gripped the cup, finding the tea to be at the perfect temperature.
"Ha ha..."
Azure Dragon opened his mouth with an awkward laugh, about to say something, when suddenly a loud burp rose from his throat. He quickly covered his mouth, his throat bobbing.
Fan Daoyi silently put down his teacup, speechless. "How much water did you drink?"
He realized that Azure Dragon wasn't being prescient at all. Instead, he would add a fresh cup of tea every now and then, drink it himself when it was almost cold, and then pour another cup, until someone arrived.
"Ahem, give me some face." Azure Dragon coughed dryly and looked away.
Fan Daoyi came here for no particular reason, simply to bring news of his death.
You're going to die.
The advance notice was a final favor.
Azure Dragon didn't see it that way. "Don't you think you're being cruel?"
Fan Daoyi tilted his head slightly, his eyes cold.
"When I saw you again, I knew my time was running out. I thought I had long wanted to die, to no longer live as a puppet of the Guixu. But when you actually told me, I was actually afraid."
"That's normal," Fan Daoyi said calmly. "You've been brought back to life once, so you understand the preciousness of life better than those who haven't died."
Fear is a natural human reaction.
Azure Dragon sighed, his gaze falling to the window. "It would have been better if he had just died quietly and peacefully, but you had to tell him beforehand."
"It's not just you."
"Um?"
Fan Daoyi finished the last cup of tea that Azure Dragon had prepared for him, and then began to release information to the world.
"Everyone will receive this message; that's fair to me."
"Shouldn't you give me some time to make my final arrangements?"
"I have my own judgment: those who take shortcuts will be among the first to die. Those who pay the price will die later, depending on the amount of the price they pay."
Of course, one person will be very unfortunate, and will be resurrected during my reforms; he will be the first one to do so.
Azure Dragon slowly nodded. "Alright, at least most people are happy. Happy that they've finally broken free from control and can be themselves again, even if it means death."
He began to vaporize, the mist seeping through doors and windows, carrying messages to people.
"Dao Yi... we will meet again at the end of the other shore, to run towards the beautiful future you envision."
No one will leave, no one will die, there will be no sorrow; it's the most perfect ending.
A final message was left behind, and Azure Dragon had vanished without a trace.
Fan Daoyi pondered Azure Dragon's words, his gaze drifting out the window.
The resurrected people received the message of death, wiping away tears as they bid farewell to their loved ones.
"He knows so much, but what does that mean?" he Dao Er.
Dao Er saw the Four Evils praying for the resurrection of others within the Four Fiends Cult, only to die again immediately after being resurrected.
The expressions of the congregation changed abruptly.
"I don't know," Dao Er replied. "The ending he described doesn't exist at all. They died, separated from their loved ones, in a painful farewell."
But why is there still a bright future...?