Return to Dust

The Jing River Dragon King saw his daughter like this, and his gaze trembled slightly. A strange light flashed in his eyes, and his whole spirit seemed to collapse in an instant. His posture was no longer upright.

"Xiuxiu, perhaps I truly was wrong..." he sighed faintly.

Ma Xiuxiu frowned deeply and looked at him in confusion. "What did you do wrong, Father?"

"As a father, I gave you nothing, yet I gave you this body full of hatred. I was truly wrong—wrong beyond measure." He raised a hand and gently stroked Ma Xiuxiu's hair, his gaze soft.

"Father, what are you saying? You did nothing wrong. None of us did anything wrong. They are the ones who were wrong." Ma Xiuxiu's expression suddenly stiffened. After taking two steps back, she shouted loudly.

The Jing River Dragon King's hand froze in midair, and a sorrowful look appeared on his face.

Unwilling to argue with him any longer, Ma Xiuxiu turned to Shen Luo. "Brother Shen, please let us go. I will never forget today's kindness, and I will repay it a hundredfold someday."

"I can choose not to kill him." Shen Luo sheathed his sword behind his back.

Ma Xiuxiu was instantly overjoyed and was about to thank him when Shen Luo waved a hand, stopping her.

"I can choose not to kill him, but I cannot let him go. This ghost calamity brought disaster upon Chang'an and caused grave harm to both the yin and yang realms. I have no authority to release him. Let the Underworld and the Great Tang Government Office decide everything."

After saying this, Shen Luo took out a sheet of black silk paper and crushed it in his palm.

As the black silk paper turned to ashes, a layer of black smoke rose from