Watching Little Wood's performance, Chi Ming said softly, "Child, don't you feel sad?"
"Why should I be sad?"
"Because your entire life has been lived within an enormous game of chess. No matter how you struggle, you can never leap out of this board."
"In such a desperate situation, you do not feel sad at all?"
Facing Chi Ming's words, Little Wood smiled. "You feel sad because you still hold hope in your hearts."
"When hope and ideals are shattered, people always feel sad."
"But my hopes and ideals were shattered long ago. Naturally, I have nothing to be sad about."
Receiving this answer, Chi Ming nodded in satisfaction.
"He was always right. Perhaps only people like you can survive in desperate situations."
"A true powerhouse is not defined by the height of his strength, but by whether he possesses a steadfast heart."
"As long as the heart does not die, the Dao will not perish. You will surely win."
After saying that, Chi Ming slowly closed his eyes.
Epoch Heaven's Mandate shot into the sky, and his body turned into specks of starlight that scattered between heaven and earth.
Watching his father die with his own eyes, Pang Hong had not a single tear in his eyes, yet his heart had become exhausted beyond measure at that moment.
"Phew~"
With a soft sigh, Pang Hong said, "Let's have a drink."
With that, Pang Hong took out four jars of fine wine, and Miao Shi and the other two silently sat down on the ground.
Gulp!
The rich, fragrant wine flowed down their throats and into their stomachs. None of the four spoke; they merely drank their sorrows away.
"Did my master really betray us?"
Jiang Bo Yue, who had remained silent all this time, suddenly spoke.
Hearing this, Miao