After climbing up from the ice plain, Long Xiaoyao walked toward Ye Xishui.
Long Xiaoyao was now covered in all manner of wounds as well.
He said to Ye Xishui, "Xishui, it seems we won't be leaving here alive today."
"But if I can die with you, then I'll have no regrets in this life."
Ye Xishui had no great regrets about dying together with the one she loved.
It was just a pity. She had never expected to die like this.
She had wanted to join Long Xiaoyao in helping Yan Shaozhe avenge himself against the Extreme North.
She had exhausted every possible method, yet still failed to carry out her revenge plan.
She walked toward Long Xiaoyao as well.
"Xiaoyao, if I can die with you, then I'll have no regrets in this life."
"It's only a pity that we were useless and failed to avenge Shaozhe."
Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao came together and slowly leaned against one another.
The sight before them was deeply moving. Even Mu En felt somewhat envious.
How Mu En wished that the information spread by the Extreme North was true.
If it truly was as it claimed, then he too would die without regrets.
But there were no ifs. Mu En helplessly shook his head, then turned to look in Shrek's direction.
At that moment, he had only one thought: was Shrek safe?
Would the other Evil Soul Masters of the Holy Spirit Cult heed Ye Xishui's words?
Would they truly refrain from attacking Shrek for the next hundred years? He had no way of knowing.
And after his death, would Xuan Zi be able to take up the burden on his shoulders?
Would Shrek be able to continue its legacy for another ten thousand years?
Would the rumors spread by