After comforting his family, Di Mingqi saw that they had calmed down somewhat. He then turned to Ruo Lan and said with a complicated expression:
"I didn't disappear on purpose. I hope you and Yi Zhen can understand."
"I understand. But Yi Zhen is gone now. I can't speak for him and understand you."
"Gone?!"
Di Mingqi's expression changed slightly.
"What do you mean?"
"Yi Zhen is dead."
A trace of sorrow flashed through Ruo Lan's eyes.
Though a long time had passed, she still couldn't let go whenever she thought of Yi Zhen. After all, he had been her close friend—straightforward, kind, and good-natured. To think that he had died just like that was truly difficult for her to accept.
It wasn't only her.
Di Mingqi was even more devastated, his heart aching with grief.
"Yi Zhen had the Zi Ying Sword in his hands. How could an ordinary person possibly hurt him?!"
"The Blood Demon ambushed him, leaving him so severely wounded that he couldn't be saved."
"Wasn't the Blood Demon dead?!"
Di Mingqi couldn't believe it.
"The Blood Demon has tens of thousands of lives. You and Yi Zhen only killed him once."
"Tens of thousands of lives?!!"
Di Mingqi stared in shock, horrified.
"How is that possible?!"
"There's nothing impossible about it."
"Then isn't the Blood Demon invincible?! Doesn't that mean the righteous path is doomed to lose?!"
Di Mingqi muttered to himself.
"No."
Ruo Lan shook her head and pointed at Ding Ling.
"With the sect master here, what does a mere Blood Demon amount to?"
"Sect master... a mere Blood Demon!"
Those few words deeply shocked Di Mingqi.
He and Yi Zhen had exhausted all their strength and only managed to kill the Blood Demon once by sheer luck.
But judging from Ruo Lan's