Qin Siyang did not respond.
Two geniuses?
That was neither how he judged himself nor how he judged Sima Ji.
Perhaps he could call himself a genius, but when he was placed alongside Sima Ji, ability was the least noteworthy thing in his eyes.
He believed he and Sima Ji were complete opposites: white and black, good and evil, righteous and wicked.
Moreover, Sima Ji's evil was not the simple kind born of a limited perspective, like Henry's and William's.
Sima Ji had seen sunlight and had had someone beside him to guide him down the right path. He knew what was right.
Yet he had still plunged into the abyss without hesitation.
A wrong committed in ignorance could still be forgiven. But how could someone who knowingly did wrong escape responsibility?
Unlike Crows, who lamented Sima Ji's passing with regret, Qin Siyang felt only relief and satisfaction at his death.
If he had not needed to compete to become the Star Lord, if he had not shouldered the future of the Eighth Domain, Qin Siyang might not have killed Henry, but he would certainly have killed Sima Ji.
Even if everything changed, even if seas became fields, even if he stopped competing to become the Star Lord, he would still kill Sima Ji.
One thing he had to do before drawing his last breath was kill Sima Ji.
Qin Siyang had killed everyone who acted the way Sima Ji did.
Only Sima Ji, the strongest of them, had remained.
Fortunately, though, he was not as strong as Qin Siyang.
And so he, too, had died.
Qin Siyang slowly let out a breath.
Just as Sima Ji had muttered to himself before dying, it was time for him to go apologize to Old Qian.
After a few words of lament,