Su Che questioned them carefully and finally learned the full story.
Dugu Chen was dead.
Not only Dugu Chen—those chief culprits who had once wiped out Lü Zheng's family, the powers behind them within the Longevity Sect, those "big shots" who wielded authority from the shadows, had all perished in that brutal civil war.
All of Lü Zheng's enemies were dead.
The raging fire of vengeance that had burned in his heart all this time had lost the fuel to sustain it and reached its end.
The tree wished to stand still, but the wind would not cease. Worse than seeing one's enemies die a natural death was having them die at another's hands.
For Lü Zheng, all the suffering he had endured—people's idle gossip, their cold-eyed indifference, and even the endless humiliations. Every price he had paid, swallowing Yang Sui's mysterious pills, ceaselessly sacrificing his fundamental vitality in exchange for strength...
All of it had become meaningless.
Lü Zheng's path of cultivation had never been for himself. There had been only one thing in his heart and mind: revenge.
Now, his enemies were dead.
For a moment, Su Che did not know what to say.
Lü Zheng had merely been an ordinary test subject. Each had taken what he needed from the other.
Su Che had used him to test a method, while Lü Zheng had gained power from him.
Was that bargain fair?
Su Che did not know, but a thought suddenly arose within him.
He could not let Lü Zheng be ruined like this.
This was a conclusion Su Che had drawn from all his years on the path of cultivation.
With every sip and every peck, was it not all the debts and ties of former lives?
The outcomes of many things were already fated from