Time shifted.
Within the golden light, Jiang Hai seemed to feel two powerful forces pulling at his body. Both were immensely strong, and both utterly unyielding.
Just as Jiang Hai's body teetered on the verge of shattering, one of the pulling forces vanished.
The golden light faded, and everything around him became real.
Yet Jiang Hai felt as though his body had grown countless times weaker. His powerful physique, Soul Power, and even his Martial Soul had disappeared. He felt unable to control this body at all, but he could sense its every thought, and even its joys and sorrows were perfectly synchronized with his own.
One gold coin. Just one more gold coin, and I'll have enough for the Martial Soul Awakening fee. Hai works so hard. It's all because I'm useless that he's already eight and still hasn't awakened his Martial Soul... So many people died in Dujing City this time. I've gathered plenty of bodies and picked up quite a bit of money, too. But these people were ordinary folk as well. Most of that money still needs to go back to their families...
"Dad!" Jiang Hai's soul trembled as he felt all this, and tears streamed down uncontrollably.
Dujing City. This was Dujing City, the place that haunted his entire life.
Jiang Hai could say he owed no one anything, but he could never forget that he owed that ever-taciturn man a life.
If... if I hadn't told him I wanted to become a Soul Master, he wouldn't have died. What good is becoming a Soul Master? I still can't bring him back. Jiang Hai's soul trembled. The heavy coffin on his shoulder, his already numb legs, and the stinging pain from feet blistered by the long journey all felt so real that he found it