Ouyang knew Chen Changsheng all too well, just as this little brother of his knew him.
Both of them carried different burdens as they pressed forward.
But they shared one thing: either would disregard his own life for the other.
When Ouyang appeared here and Chen Changsheng did not tell him to leave, Ouyang knew that the Chen Changsheng before him was no longer his little brother.
Instead, the power of the Twelve Demon Gods had awakened something that had lain dormant inside his little brother all along.
Chen Changsheng staggered backward until he hit the wall, his eyes fixed in disbelief on the indifferent Ouyang before him.
His gaze held shock and release, as though he could not believe any of this.
Leaning against the stone wall, he slowly slid down, resignation and lingering attachment in his eyes, as though Ouyang being able to kill him was a comfort to him.
Only when Chen Changsheng lost all signs of life did Ouyang sit dazedly on the stone stool, his mind blank.
What a performance. Anyone else really might have wondered whether they'd killed the wrong person!
Scenes of his time with Chen Changsheng echoed through Ouyang's mind.
It seemed a long time had passed, yet also seemed only an instant.
Only then did Ouyang look up at Chen Changsheng's corpse and say, "The quest hasn't even notified me that it's complete. What are you playing dead for?"
"I never thought you would actually kill me!"
A faint voice suddenly sounded inside the cave.
Only upon hearing that voice did Ouyang let out a long breath and look toward Chen Changsheng's corpse.
Chen Changsheng, who had already lost all signs of life, now tilted his head and looked at Ouyang with an expression Ouyang had never seen before.
It was