Fang Xing could not imagine the despair he must have felt when he jumped off the steps.
Fang Jie was about to jump after him, but Fang Cen caught him at the crucial moment!
"He jumped because he didn't want to drag you down. If you follow him, everything he did for you will have been in vain."
Yes, they were close friends who had grown up together, cultivated together, and practiced swordsmanship together. Even when traveling beyond their home, they rarely parted.
But precisely because their bond ran so deep, it was all the harder to let go.
He knew that if he did not jump off the stairway himself, his brother would stay by his side, wasting away in the same spot. That was not what he wanted to see.
So he had chosen release. He could not leave this place alive anyway, so why drag his dearest brother down with him?
Everyone could guess what Thirteen had been thinking, but understanding only made it more painful, more... impossible to reconcile themselves to!
In the end, Fang Xing dragged Fang Jie away.
They had to quicken their pace. The gray fog ahead was still so thick that they could not see the path before them.
That veil of fog only deepened their unease.
The living had to carry on; the dead were gone.
He and Fang Cen still bore the lives of so many Fang Family Disciples on their shoulders. Cruel though it was, they had to look ahead. They could not let every Fang Family Disciple perish here!
How agonizing. How desolate.
After Chu Luohen passed five hundred steps, his face finally turned a terrifying, deathly white!
He had carried Su Jiu on his back from the start, so no one understood better than he did