He merely gazed at Ghost Li in silence, his eyes filled with unconditional trust.
"I believe in him."
Li Xiaoyu looked at everyone and spoke slowly.
"I believe he won't let me down."
"I also believe that more than any of us, he doesn't want to see the Four Spirits Blood Array completed."
His words left everyone silent.
Ghost Li looked at the senior brother before him, the one who had always believed in him without reservation, no matter what he had become.
At last, a long-forgotten warmth stirred in his icy eyes.
"Fine."
His voice was still hoarse, but now it was filled with resolve.
"I'll go."
"I'll stop him."
As he spoke, he slowly rose to his feet.
At that moment, his tall, straight figure seemed to become Zhang Xiaofan once more—the boy on Big Bamboo Peak who would step forward to protect his fellow disciples.
Li Xiaoyu looked at him, a relieved smile on his face.
He knew he hadn't been wrong about him.
He stepped forward and gave Ghost Li's shoulder a firm pat.
"Xiao Fan, I know how cruel this is for you."
Li Xiaoyu looked at him, his voice full of apology.
"But this is our only choice."
"I promise you."
Li Xiaoyu met his eyes and spoke solemnly.
"As long as we survive this crisis, I'll devote everything I have to researching a way to bring Bi Yao back to life."
"No matter how difficult that path may be."
His words made Ghost Li's body shudder violently once more.
He looked at Li Xiaoyu, gratitude filling his hollow eyes.
He knew Li Xiaoyu wasn't joking.
Ghost Li knew that if Li Xiaoyu gave his word, he would keep it.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Li."
Ghost Li lingered no longer. He turned and became