"Reckoning..."
"No, I don't want to be judged. Who could possibly judge me?"
Ye Xishui murmured to herself, but in the end, the only response she received was Huo Yuhao's executioner-like smile.
Her gaze shifted to Long Xiaoyao, whose expression was conflicted.
As the Limit Douluo who had ruled the Holy Spirit Cult for nearly two centuries, she seemed to understand something at that moment.
"Enough, enough. Being able to walk with you to the end of my life... it really feels wonderful. Don't be sad. This is already the best ending I could have hoped for."
Long Xiaoyao's voice trembled slightly.
"Xishui, can you truly forgive me? Forgive everything I did to you back then?"
Hearing this, Huo Yuhao suddenly raised his brows and put on an expression of eager anticipation.
Even Elder Mu was the same. His eyelid twitched instinctively, nearly breaking his composure.
With an inconspicuous glance exchanged with Huo Yuhao, both saw the same meaning in each other's eyes: The show is about to begin.
The master and disciple had actually discussed something in private.
According to Mu En, he had reached this conclusion many years ago. The more cases he investigated, the more evidence seemed to support his theory.
Yet Mu En had never dared believe it, much less make it public.
If Huo Yuhao had not happened to predict what would happen with Long Xiaoyao and the others, Mu En might never have mentioned this conclusion in his entire life.
That conclusion was—once a pair of lovers fell in love, there was a small chance that they would become stupid.
This process of becoming stupid could not be interrupted. At least one person would become stupid, though sometimes both would become stupid together.
And it was the kind of stupidity beyond saving, the kind