White Impermanence had never imagined that the word "pain" would come from Black Impermanence's mouth.
He had been the sort to throw his life to the winds since childhood. Even when his wounds had rotted and become infected, his expression had never changed.
Yet now, this iron-tough man was pounding his chest and crying out in pain.
How much must he have been hurting?
White Impermanence's heart ached for the man before him, but he could not agree with what he was doing. "Old Eight, if you kill Little Du, you'll be helping Great Dark Heaven accomplish his goal. Then we'll have lost this war. Forget Zhan Qisheng-the entire Immortal Realm will probably be buried with him."
"I gave him a chance. I don't want Du Yu's life. I only want Zhan Qisheng's."
Xie Bi'an's brows knitted tightly. Shielding Du Yu behind him, he said, "Old Eight, Zhan Qisheng doesn't owe you anything either. Su Xiaoxiao's allotted life had run its course back then. Her soul was destined to scatter, and no one could have changed that."
"What did you say?!" Black Impermanence glared with blood-red eyes. "Xie Bi'an, are you saying Su Xiaoxiao deserved to die?"
"I think you've lost your mind." Xie Bi'an swept his sleeve. "Even if Zhan Qisheng had agreed, he could only have changed what Su Xiaoxiao went through. He couldn't defy heaven, rewrite her fate, and extend her lifespan. As an Impermanence, have you forgotten even that basic fact?"
"I don't care!!" Black Impermanence roared, then declared each word with savage emphasis, "This world owes me a Su Xiaoxiao!"
White Impermanence snorted coldly and drew the Ghost-Crying Club from his sleeve. "Old Eight, since I can't talk sense into you, I'll beat you back to your senses. I am your elder brother, after all.