"This was my fault too. I was simply too weak."
Emperor Yan sighed. "If I had been stronger, why would such a hero have willingly gone to his death? And in such a worthless place!"
"I've let him down."
Emperor Yan's expression was sorrowful, filled with endless melancholy.
"Now, even the glory originally meant to be posthumously bestowed upon him has been forced by the changing circumstances to make him fall into the Netherworld and bear endless sins... Ji, do you think I'm a failure?"
She was Emperor Yan in name, but Nuwa in truth. Looking at Yinglong, who stood serving at her side, she was filled with sorrow and heaviness.
"Your Majesty..." Yinglong's lips moved hesitantly. As one of the few who knew the truth, she was not actually very sad. She even felt like laughing a little. But in front of Nuwa, she absolutely did not dare laugh. She could only twist her face and offer some words of comfort. "Since you understand everything so clearly, Qing Jia was a hero of his generation."
"Then you should understand the feelings and spirit of such a person. He had great wisdom, great courage, and great fearlessness..."
"Even if he went to his death, he achieved benevolence as he wished. If he had been unwilling, no one could have forced him to die!"
"Great Emperor Fengdu chose death to erase the Human Race's stain in the underworld... That means he placed the hope of a great rebirth in the hands of his comrades, hoping that those still alive would witness the beautiful future and ideal world for him."
"And you are the person he placed his hopes in!"
Yinglong encouraged Nuwa and urged her to pull herself together. She told her not to grieve over Qing Jia's inevitable passing, but