Fragility

Love and desire were not candle flames, snuffed out by a single breath. Feelings once given were like spilled water, impossible to reclaim. Even if reason told the person involved that they had to take those feelings back, feelings were the one thing that refused to obey.

And a hundred years... his mother had spent her whole life loving one person. How could she possibly bring that love to an end?

"She never wanted to die. You imprisoned her, refused to let her go anywhere. You needed her, but she no longer needed you. You drove her to her death. You did not kill her, yet she died because of your Dao."

Yan Wuchuan's gaze was faint and calm, without much hatred in it. "Am I right?"

What did that mean?! The crowd erupted in uproar, but Xia Huainan, as a former friend, understood. More than that, he realized that Lin Xingheng had likely truly reached the end of the road.

Both were in the Spirit Transformation Realm. Though he did not know what Lin Xingheng's Dao was, judging from the current situation, he could guess a thing or two. He had never expected—

"You really are bold." To actually place his own Dao upon someone else—how was that any different from playing with fire and burning himself?! If his Dao Path did not collapse, whose would?! Yet at the same time, he was shocked by how deeply Yan Xi had loved Lin Xingheng—so deeply that it had allowed a Golden Core cultivator to soar straight into the Nascent Soul Realm.

No wonder the City Lord's Office had taken in so many concubines after Yan Xi's death. So the quality was not enough, and they had tried to make up for it with quantity.

"Sorry you had to witness such