The Hero's Son Should No Longer Be a Petty Thief

Beside a tributary of the Wangchuan River, Qing Chi weakly sank to one knee.

She lowered her head and let out an endless, mournful sob, revealing a fragility never seen before.

The youth of the past, that innocent and tender joy, secret as a flower bud just beginning to bloom, and that sense of reliance, seemed like a sand painting swept away by the wind, dispersing bit by bit.

That once bone-deep devotion through life and death, those vows transcending life and death, the soul-stirring bond of living and dying together branded into her soul like a red-hot iron—all of it was like a flame extinguished, leaving behind only cold emptiness.

These had been her past with the one she loved, her understanding and experience of love. Qing Chi cast them all away.

She had no choice. Only by doing this could she save the one she loved.

"I will save you. Even if the price... is forgetting you, is no longer loving you!"

Yellow dust gradually surfaced across Luo Si's body.

"Can't suppress it anymore?" His expression shifted slightly.

After battling the Earth Fiend Filth God for so long, he had in truth paid an incomparably grievous price. The injuries he had been desperately suppressing all this time finally erupted.

And this time, he could no longer do anything. He could only let the injuries worsen, turning him to stone as an earthenware figurine.

Yet his mind was not on himself, but on Ning Zhuo.

"Impossible!"

"General Qing has already sacrificed so much, voluntarily taking out so many memories as bait."

"Why? Why can't she reel Young Master in?!"

Luo Si was utterly baffled.

This was a colossal misunderstanding!

Ning Zhuo had assumed Jiao Ma's identity rather than appearing in his true form, misleading Luo Si. Qing Chi, meanwhile,