Unmasking

No matter how cold and ruthless Zhuang Chenggan was, he still felt pain at Zhuang Mingqi's death. After all, Mingqi was his and Song Wanxi's only son.

But he knew perfectly well that, under the circumstances back then, even if he had shown himself, he couldn't have saved Zhuang Mingqi. He knew what the right choice was. He had simply made it.

It hurt, but he had no regrets.

The only choice in his life that had ever filled him with regret was Song Wanxi's death. White Bone Venerable God said he hadn't shed a single tear at the time, and he didn't deny it. But in that moment, tears would have been useless, and he did nothing useless.

"Do you know what I hate most about you?"

Facing those two balls of soul-fire, "Zhuang Chenggan" had never regarded Him as a god, only as an opponent he had to defeat. "You're always saying things like this, trying to stir up emotions, without showing any emotion yourself. You think you understand 'people,' but after being a deity for so long, you don't know what a 'person' is!"

"You think you understand me?"

He unfastened Longing from his waist, sheath and all, and flung it aside. It plunged deep into the ground.

He'd had enough of the sword's constant resistance, so he simply tossed it aside for now.

But rather than saying he'd had enough, it was more that he was clearing away every distraction so he could reach his peak. He would face White Bone Venerable God head-on.

For the fate he had awaited for so long, for nearly two hundred years, had finally arrived!

"Your Greatness, do you remember..." he asked White Bone Venerable God. "What day is it today?"

What day is it today?

Inside the Inner Palace,