When Sikong Yi saw his daughter standing in front of him, all he wanted was for her to leave quickly. He would shoulder everything himself.
Yet this very display of love between father and daughter brought Duan Jian's past flooding back into his mind, and his hand began trembling around his sword hilt.
From somewhere an unknown distance away, the deranged old man murmured, "When will this endless cycle of vengeance end?" After Duan Jian's savage beating, Sikong Yi's cultivation could already be considered utterly destroyed. Even if Duan Jian left him alone, he would never regain a foothold in the Black Prison World. Why, then, would Duan Jian not lay down the hatred in his heart and comprehend the great Dao of heaven and earth?
Aside from the old man himself, only Duan Jian and Nie Li could hear those words. Everyone else showed no reaction at all.
Those words made Duan Jian put away the Flame-Rage Sword and his Black Dragon Wings. He turned and walked away.
Nie Li knew that Duan Jian had chosen to let go of this hatred and gained a compassionate heart, which would greatly benefit his cultivation.
Sikong Red Moon fell to her knees. Watching Duan Jian leave just like that, she found herself unable to accept it.
What was he doing? Pitying them? Did she and her father need his pity?
Duan Jian turned his head and answered that he did not want to become someone like them. Doing so would only dirty his hands.
Beneath the Sky Screen.
He was just letting them go?
Duan Jian watched the version of himself on the Sky Screen make an entirely different choice.
He had chosen to kill the father and daughter without hesitation, while his counterpart on the Sky Screen had chosen to