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Zhao Yu and a group of generals watched Jing Yun lie in his wife's arms, gradually dissipating into nothingness. Some wept in silence, while others sobbed until they could no longer make a sound. My heart bled. From the great battle in the underworld until now, he had followed me through countless campaigns, led Tianyi City's army to victory time and again, and plunged into perilous situations countless times, surviving by the skin of his teeth.
Yet now, after winning a peaceful and prosperous age for Zhongzhou and just as he was about to enjoy a life of peace, he ultimately could not escape death. All of this had been brought about by Xia Ruize. That's right—it had all been brought about by my own elder brother!
They had succeeded this time. Leading the Demon Cultivators of Leizhou, they had advanced triumphantly, beating the Western Command until it could barely defend either end. In the end, with four times the troops, they had forced Jing Yun to bring his family into the dead land of Watching Tide Mountain, where he had ultimately fallen.
"After I'm gone... you'll be raising the child alone..." Jing Yun himself began to feel grief-stricken. The most painful thing in the world was knowing that one was certain to die, yet still having to watch one's family remain behind—and with the child still so young.
"Brother Yun, don't worry. I'll raise our child well. I'll teach him how to conduct himself, nurture him properly so he can serve the Xia Emperor, and I won't let him... I won't let him become a spoiled wastrel. I'll make sure he takes you as his role model... I'll keep telling him that the Jing Household produces no cowards..." Lin Shuying sobbed. Then she had the two soldiers behind