If we were not to know each other, better never to have met. If we were not to meet, why say goodbye at all?
The window of time opened, then closed again.
Those trapped within [History Graveyard] could only gaze at their homeland from afar.
Sima Heng left, taking with him Diligent Academy's responsibility of recording history with an unbending brush.
He would complete the work of continuing History Knife Chisels the Sea alone in the Long River of time. He would no longer need help from anyone at Diligent Academy.
And naturally, no one could ever again vent private hatred upon Diligent Academy because of Sima Heng's sharp brush-knife.
Yet from the time window that had not fully vanished came voices of the past, faint and indistinct, not yet dispersed...
Seven Hates's voice!
That voice was calm, even leisurely. "Why did you say... that Zuo Qiu Wu was always futilely doing too much, that it was all the scribbling of mediocrities? Hearing words like that, even a devil among devils like me finds them cruel."
Yet the fact that Seven Hates's voice still remained beyond the window at this moment, that he had not truly escaped, was itself surprising.
With Seven Hates's caution, even during the gap when [Master Zi] and Jiang Wang were pinned down, he had refused to take a gamble. He would rather suffer Dou Zhao's humiliation and abandon entering the game in person. Why was he still lingering outside the time window, chatting idly with Sima Heng?
In truth, when this Transcendence thought escaped to Sima Heng's side through that thread of connection from back then, it did not attempt anything against Sima Heng. It immediately fled beyond History Graveyard, with returning to the Wild Tomb of Ten Thousand Worlds as its sole goal.
But