At this moment, the illusion array was deathly silent.
Zeng Shilin's hand trembled faintly.
He looked at the Confucian Cultivators who had already awakened.
Then he looked at his eldest son, still sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.
Slap—
Zeng Shilin's arm dropped limply.
His figure looked unbearably lonely.
He remained silent.
No one knew what he was thinking.
He did not say a word, yet everyone present felt their hearts turn sour.
"Zeng Anmin."
Princess's expression was exceedingly complicated.
Her eyes were fixed tightly upon Zeng Anmin's figure.
Beneath her sleeves, her fair hands clenched tightly.
Her gaze turned cold.
She looked toward the surviving Confucian Cultivators.
All four hundred and seventy-two Confucian Cultivators had awakened. Not one was missing.
This seemed to be the best possible outcome.
The sacrifice of one person had preserved the lives of more than four hundred.
Yet no matter what, her heart could not calm down.
More than four hundred people cannot compare to the wisdom of a single one of you.
Princess murmured silently in her heart.
"Brother Quanfu!!"
The Crown Prince looked even more desolate.
Disregarding the royal family's dignity, he scrambled and crawled toward Zeng Anmin's cross-legged figure.
"Why? Why are you always like this, heedless of your own life and safety?!"
He came to Liu Xian's side and looked at Zeng Anmin's peaceful figure. The tremor in his voice was enough to bring tears to anyone's eyes.
"Duke Wenqing was like this, and so are you!!"
"The Zeng family has not failed the common people of the world, nor has it failed the teachings passed down by the Confucian Sage!"
Little Fatty Crown Prince's voice plunged Emperor Jianhong into silence as well.
He slowly raised his head and looked toward that lonely figure.
It was Zeng Shilin's back.
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