"You didn't." Li Xiaoyu looked at him and slowly shook his head.
"Though you lost your reason, it seemed you still had a final sliver of clarity left in your heart."
"You badly wounded Jingyu, but you didn't truly endanger his life."
"As for those Liches..." Li Xiaoyu paused, a chill flashing in his eyes.
"They got what they deserved."
Ghost Li fell silent at that.
He simply sat there, quiet as a stone.
The whole world seemed to have nothing to do with him.
Li Xiaoyu looked at him, feeling helpless.
He knew that helping Ghost Li truly move on would take more than a day or two.
Just then, hurried footsteps sounded in the distance.
It was Zeng Shushu and Lin Jingyu.
Supporting each other, they hurried over.
Lin Jingyu's face was pale, and blood still stained the corner of his mouth. Clearly, he had been badly hurt in the fight.
But his gaze never left the black-clad young man sitting on a stone, silent.
Lin Jingyu's eyes were full of conflicting emotions: anger, confusion, but above all, worry.
"Xiao Fan!" Lin Jingyu looked at him and called out hoarsely.
Ghost Li's body trembled slightly.
He slowly raised his head and looked at the close friend he had grown up with, who now seemed like a stranger.
Their eyes met. They had a thousand things to say, yet neither knew where to begin.
"Are... are you all right?" After a long while, Lin Jingyu finally managed to ask.
Ghost Li slowly shook his head.
He said nothing, simply turning his gaze once more toward the battlefield awash with slaughter and blood.
There, the members of Dawn Squad and the surviving Miao Tribe warriors were still locked in a final fight with the rout of Beast Demons and Li