If there had been even the slightest other way, Su Yi would never have personally sent his friends into reincarnation.
But the urgency and danger of the situation had left him no time to seek another solution.
He had to make a prompt decision.
Only...
The price of it was undoubtedly too heavy.
Not until reincarnation faded away and his old friends' figures vanished did Su Yi stand there in silence for a long time, unable to speak.
What truly wounded the heart was not gut-wrenching wailing, nor was it rage spiraling out of control, pointing at heaven and cursing the earth.
It was a silence that left one speechless.
Not wanting to say anything at all.
Even one's emotions were suppressed to the utmost limit.
To the point that it looked as though nothing had happened.
In the mortal world, when adults attended the funerals of their deceased parents, they often could not cry.
Yet when they returned home and casually picked up something their parents had once used,
when they habitually called out for their parents upon encountering some matter,
when they finished cooking and absentmindedly called their parents to eat...
only then would they truly realize that their parents were no longer there.
The blow in that instant was like a riverbank in the deepest part of one's heart being shattered, leading to complete collapse.
Only then would they cry like a child who could not find their parents, drowned beneath memories of the decades they had spent living with them.
Su Yi was very calm, very silent.
Yet no one knew how agonized he was when he lost those old friends and personally sent them off one by one.
"Brother Fuyou, you said it yourself—ever since they were captured, their lives had no longer been their