"Clang!"
The sword in Liu Zi Xing's hand fell to the ground with a crisp ring.
He turned to look in disbelief. Sure enough, his parents stood supporting each other, their lips pale as they gazed at him.
Their bodies seemed to be decaying. When he had first seen them that day, their cheeks had not been so sunken and lifeless.
Liu Zi Xing's sole hope was brutally ground to pieces. It hurt so much-not even having his heart gouged out and his bones dug free could have hurt like this.
His tears burst free like snapped strings, pattering onto the ground. With a heart-rending cry, he raced toward Wan Qu and Qian Ye.
"Father! Mother-"
Back in the Death Warrior Camp on Phoenix Mountain, he had begun to suspect something when he saw Wan Qu stabbed without shedding any blood.
But that one last hope had sustained him until now, until he could come to save them.
And still, he was too late!
Trembling violently, he threw himself into their arms and sobbed, his tears never stopping.
Faint smiles rose to the couple's lips. In six years as the living dead, they had never shed a tear.
Now, emotion had finally moved them to tears.
Only, their tears were cold, unlike the burning tears their child cried.
"You love me so much. How can you die? I only found you a day ago! I've been an unfilial son! I haven't even had the chance to care for you at your knees. It was so hard to find you-how can you die now?"
Liu Zi Xing trembled all over. He cried until his whole body burned, as though all his organs were being churned to pieces.
Beside them, Yuanbao, Gu Ming, and the others felt a sharp sting in their