In an instant.
Tears streamed down Xu Potian's face.
A Chun.
Such a passionate, righteous young man.
Devoted to his country and its people.
Fair and selfless.
And he had died at the hands of a band of invaders, just like that.
From beginning to end.
What had they done wrong?
Qin Chuan had wanted to steal Xiao Chen's woman.
They had known the intruders had powerful backgrounds and had only wanted to drive them away.
From start to finish.
Had they committed a single evil deed?
Why?
Why did good people receive no good in return?
While the wicked stood high above everyone, toying with all living beings?
"Brother Chun!"
"You animals!"
"You're worse than pigs and dogs!"
The youths of the Blade and Sword Brotherhood were all beside themselves with rage and grief.
A Chun.
Pure of heart.
Utterly righteous.
Back then.
When the Sick Demon invaded.
They had all felt they should avoid its onslaught for the time being and wait for an opportunity to act.
Only A Chun.
Could not abandon the villagers.
He had secretly gone to join them, to live or die by their side.
Ever since A Chun entered the city, he had done everything he could to help whenever the villagers needed him. Though he came from a prominent family and held an exalted status, he had never put on airs and had always been approachable.
"Animals! You animals!"
"He was only twenty!"
"He'd never even held a woman's hand!"
"His parents were still waiting for him to come home and carry on the family line!"
"And you killed him just like that! You're worse than beasts!"
Tears streamed down Xu Potian's face. By the end of his shouting, his voice suddenly sank.
He cried like a child.
Thunderstorm's eyes were bloodshot,