To meet was as though not to meet; to speak was as though no words were spoken.
They had already met too late; to know each other brought only bewilderment.
This regret became shame and repentance; this shame might scarcely endure.
This release erased gratitude and grudges; this smile left both freely joyful...
Carrying Hui Kong on his back, Su Mo silently walked up the mountain. His retreating figure amid the withered yellow leaves covering the mountain seemed to add a streak of parting sorrow.
Amid the wordless silence, only those steps, one after another, became eternal.
Was it regret?
His guilt dispersed, leaving only regret.
He fell short of him. He truly did...
At least Su Mo could not do what the Liu Household had done.
It seemed... the things Liu Feng carried in his heart were not much lighter than his own.
Liu Feng was someone who truly belonged to an illustrious noble house in this world.
Yet such a prodigy had died before even Entering the Dao...
Though Liu Feng's words, "It's all right," had dissolved Su Mo's deluded obsession, they had also planted something in his heart.
"Perhaps, if not for the arrangements of Destiny..." The Brush of All Living Beings watched Su Mo's figure and sighed deeply. "He might have become your good friend..."
"A young man... who held the greater good in his heart."
Su Mo remained silent. Only his steps seemed to pause slightly before he continued onward.
Of the five Sumeru Purification Terraces, he had passed three.
Yet these Purification Terraces seemed to grow harder and harder to cross...
Without Liu Feng's help, Su Mo would already have failed to cross the Delusion Purification Platform.
"Two Purification Terraces remain ahead. They are the two poisons of the heart most difficult to overcome