"Master taught me the path of chivalry. He wanted me to become a great hero. He gave me something to believe in, only to shatter it with his own hands in the end.
He told me... never to follow his path. Heh..."
Before [The Grave of the Great Hero Chen Shou'an], Xiao Yi laughed at himself, his laughter steeped in desolation.
He had followed his master for five years, listening to his tales of chivalry and the martial world, determined to become a great hero like those in martial arts novels.
Yet that old beggar, who had been mad his entire life, had regained his senses in his final moments. With his own mouth, he had repudiated the path he had held to all his life-and the ambition he had etched into Xiao Yi's heart.
At the sight of those eyes veiled in purple, Li You's heart lurched. He hesitated for a moment. "Is it possible he wasn't telling you to give up being a great hero, but just didn't want you to step forward and die alongside him?"
"No!" Xiao Yi snarled under his breath, his eyes thick with bloodshot veins.
"He was mad his whole life, then came to his senses before he died and realized everything he'd spent half his life upholding was a joke! There are no great heroes in the wasteland! They're all made-up lies from martial arts novels!"
Li You fell silent for a moment, then shook his head, his gaze complicated. "I think Hero Chen was sane his whole life, and this damned world drove him mad in his final moments."
Xiao Yi did not answer. He stared at Li You, his voice low and hoarse, unable to hide his exhaustion and confusion.
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