"Heaven and earth, what cruel hearts you have! How could you take my Rou'er's life!"
Dugu Chen wept and wailed so miserably that anyone who heard him could not help but pity him.
"My child! They said you were the pillar of the clan, that the entire Dugu Household would rely on you in the future. How could you leave me behind like this? What use was it to leave me alone in grief? You said you had tempered yourself through painstaking cultivation and finally reached the Divine Communion realm. Once the elixir was complete, father and son returning the elixir together would have been a fine tale. Alas, how could you leave just like this?"
Beside Dugu Rou's corpse, atop the blue bricks, a middle-aged Daoist wept bitter tears, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
"He's crying so miserably. Why don't I trouble myself and send father and son below to reunite?"
Even Su Che had been somewhat moved by him, and he spoke quietly to Helian Qianqiu.
"Th-this... wouldn't that be inappropriate?"
"Greater than death of the heart is no sorrow. Since his heart is already dead, there is no need to care whether he is still breathing."
Su Che shook his head. "Brother Helian, I will not hide it from you. I may look ruthless and vicious, but in truth I am softhearted. I cannot bear to hear such sorrowful cries, nor can I stand to watch the tragedy of white-haired people sending off the white-haired."
Helian Qianqiu was left hanging in midair by those words, and for a moment, he did not know what to say.
"Elder, please hold your hand. Let us wait until Chief Jin arrives."
"What could she do if she came? Could she bring Dugu Rou back to life?"
Su Che lightly patted