In Fang Che's heart, the names on the stone wall continued to flow past slowly, like one imposing, fearless face after another. Before his eyes, they became a river of time, their righteous spirit soaring straight into the heavens!
"My predecessors, if you were in my place—after fighting through the secret realm and returning home covered in glory, only to witness your wife being brutally murdered at the city gates—my predecessors, what would you do?"
Fang Che murmured the question inwardly.
Those imposing faces remained unchanged, their sharp gazes piercing through the ages and shining upon Fang Che's face.
"Like you, I'll do anything for the continent without regret or resentment. I don't care about giving up everything!"
Fang Che spoke inwardly, word by word. "But when something like this happens, whatever I do, I'll still have a clear conscience!"
"Would you approve?"
Of course, Fang Che received no answer.
But whether he received one or not, he had no intention of regretting anything.
I'll do what I must because I want to do it.
I'll avenge my grudge because I want to avenge it! There's no conflict between the two! A cold, imposing Killing Intent clearly rose from his body.
A wave of disorientation swept over him.
Sun Wutian had returned.
Fang Che did not resist in the slightest.
In the next instant, his entire body suddenly vanished from the study.
He entered Sun Wutian's domain.
Black mist stretched endlessly.
Mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Ghosts danced wildly.
Blood flowed like a river.
Fang Che was startled the moment he entered.
Before him lay a scene straight out of hell.
Anyone timid enough to see this would probably have collapsed on the spot.
"Patriarch, this..."
Fang Che grimaced.
"Just a temporary illusion."
Sun Wutian spoke casually.