"This is a long story..."
Bai Ze briefly explained what had happened and why the two of them had been able to regain new life.
After listening, Duobao could not calm his heart for a long while. Looking at Bai Ze's missing arms, his voice turned somewhat hoarse:
"Little brother, it's all my fault. If I had listened to you, you wouldn't have given the Six-Winged Golden Cicada Pupa to me, and you wouldn't have lost your arms, much less ended up adrift in the void.
"You gave me so many warnings, yet I always turned a blind eye!
"Little brother, this old brother has wronged you."
Duobao gripped Bai Ze's shoulders. Looking at those empty sleeves, his nose stung with emotion, and his heart brimmed with self-reproach.
If he had not stubbornly continued fighting, he would not have been schemed against by the Six-Winged Golden Cicada, nor would he have been severely injured.
If he had not been severely injured, Bai Ze would not have been left alone to face Jieyin of the Tracing Origin Realm.
If he had listened to Bai Ze, Bai Ze would not have had to grit his teeth and use incomplete divine abilities and damaged foundations to be reborn, ultimately losing both arms.
Seeing Duobao on the verge of tears again, Bai Ze did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Indeed, if Duobao had followed his original arrangements, he could have avoided the Six-Winged Golden Cicada's self-destruction.
But the ways of the world were fickle. Fate was not something that could easily be changed simply because one knew of it.
Though Bai Ze had reminded Duobao several times at critical moments, only to be ignored each time.
What had happened had already happened. There was no meaning in dwelling on who had been