Xie hurried along the street below. The same flash of realization in his heart prompted him to look up.
He saw a youth standing by the railing of the tall building.
Though he could not make out the youth's face clearly, this high tower was a place in the imperial capital where money was thrown around like dirt.
The other party was clearly someone with a powerful family behind him.
"Probably some son of nobility."
That thought flashed through Othermind.
He suppressed the flutter in his heart.
His steps quickened as he tried to flee for his life.
Lu Qing gazed down calmly.
One looked up while the other looked down, yet the aura surrounding this man was as far removed from that monk's as the south pole was from the north.
"What they did was utterly different as well."
"Only, there was no road before his eyes."
He looked in the direction Xie was leaving. The man clearly did not know that he was walking back into it.
His resentment and killing intent were so thick they would not disperse even after a hundred years. Lu Qing saw his bone age—Xie was a genuine hundred-year-old decayed old man.
From a century ago until now, the slaughter he had wrought was already too grievous to be redeemed. The only option was to let the wronged souls of the dead fulfill their wishes and untie the knots in their hearts, bringing this strand of Cause and Effect to an end.
Lu Qing had already intervened once before.
Now that the curtain was finally falling, there was no need for him to act again.
He looked over there.
Xie died cleanly, yet grotesquely.
"I refuse to accept this!"
"Someone must have helped you!"
"You're an evil spirit! Why should you win?!"
Lu