The stifled emotions suddenly exploded within the Xiangliu Demon Emperor's heart.
A feeling it had never known before surfaced in its heart.
As though a great mountain had suddenly collapsed onto the tip of its heart.
That was... fear.
Its gaze was fixed firmly on Zeng Shilin, who had already become like withered wood ahead.
By now, Zeng Shilin no longer looked human.
Layer upon layer of wrinkles covered his face, the blackened folds rolling like waves.
The wrinkles on his face resembled indescribable bark, squeezing his eyes together.
His gaze had grown even murkier.
His body was like a yellowed, fallen leaf.
Yet, he was smiling.
His smile was exceedingly ugly.
It might even frighten children into tears.
Yet, to the few present, that smile carried a trace of tragic grandeur.
"Zeng."
Qin Shouchang, standing atop the courtyard wall, looked at Zeng Shilin with a face full of mixed emotions.
There was an indescribable choke in his voice:
"Was it worth it?"
Zeng Shilin could no longer move. At this moment, he did not even have the strength to turn around.
After exhausting all his strength, he could only speak in broken intervals:
"Ah Cheng..."
"Someone... has to step forward."
As he said this, his expression was full of relief.
Qin Shouchang said nothing, the wool all over his body drifting in the wind.
After a long while, the countless tangled thoughts in his heart turned into a low sigh:
"Who told this old man to become such good friends with you?"
"I accept it."
His gaze slowly turned toward Xiangliu opposite him.
At this moment, there was no longer any respect or flattery in his eyes.
There was only disdain and contempt.
As though a superior were looking down upon his subordinate with pity.
Xiangliu was also looking