Outside the Buddhist hall.
"What was that just now?" Lu Wuwei frowned as he looked at the Buddhist hall and asked in confusion.
"I don't know." Guan Zai shook his head and looked at Zuo Qing beside him. "What did you mean when you said he was trading his life for my brother's?"
With his back to them, Zuo Qing stared fixedly at the doors of the Buddhist hall. His fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes brimmed with deep sorrow and pain. He did not answer.
He knew Ye Fan had succeeded.
Creak—!
The doors of the Buddhist hall slowly opened. A figure in black stood behind them, raising his head to gaze at the golden sun in the sky. Like a divine statue removed from the world, tears slid from the corners of his eyes and softly fell to the ground.
In his chest, a glass-colored heart glimmered.
The moment they saw that face, Lu Wuwei and Guan Zai both froze.
Guan Zai stared blankly at him, unprecedented shock rising in his eyes. His body began to tremble uncontrollably...
"Didn't they say... he was dead?" Guan Zai asked hoarsely.
Zuo Qing said nothing.
Guan Zai snapped out of it and quickly climbed the last step, rushing toward the figure before the Buddhist hall. This time, Zuo Qing did not stop him.
"Brother Zhou Ping!" he shouted at the figure.
Zhou Ping turned his head slightly. Under the sunlight, his tear-streaked face was filled with guilt and sorrow.
"Brother Guan Zai..."
Guan Zai ran up before him, a sincere smile appearing on his face. "Brother Zhou Ping, it's wonderful that you're okay!"
Zhou Ping stood stunned for a long time, bitterness surfacing in his eyes.
He shook his head and said,
"Brother Guan Zai... right now, I want to