When he opened his eyes, the surrounding void had completely vanished. In its place was the smooth, slightly chilly wooden floor beneath Jiang Lin.
Jiang Lin blinked groggily. The familiar ceiling was still before his eyes. He pushed himself up from the floor, his head spinning as he shook it hard, trying to clear his mind.
Leaning against a bookshelf, Jiang Lin bent one leg. He looked rather melancholic and forlorn, with even a hint of weathered weariness about him.
When he had watched Rong Luo's memories from the sidelines, Jiang Lin's feelings had not run very deep. It had been like watching a movie, except that the movie was in immersive surround...
But after Jiang Lin awakened from Rong Luo's Divine Sense memories, he recalled everything he had seen.
Scene after scene had been carved completely into Jiang Lin's heart. He could not forget it even if he wanted to. It was as though he had truly experienced it himself; every last detail had been so real.
Jiang Lin actually knew that, strictly speaking, these had indeed been things he had experienced himself, because Jiang Feng had always been him.
"Rong Luo..."
Jiang Lin murmured the name softly.
With that quiet utterance alone, Jiang Lin felt the characters "Rong Luo" radiate scorching heat from within his soul!
At the end of the God War, after Rong Luo learned that Jiang Feng had only a few years of life left, she did not want to linger on either.
But gods could not take their own lives, and she did not want to die at someone else's hands. Thus, she wanted to use Jiang Feng's hand to leave this world!
Yet Jiang Feng simply could not bring himself to strike, so Rong Luo tried to force him into a dilemma. She