That organization had spent all those years refining Resurrection Through a Corpse, ultimately developing the depraved evil art of Seven Deaths for a Life.
Then just how many people had died during that time...
How many had become souls who had died unjust deaths...
"My wife and I were already married then, and my child had been born too. I named him Zhao Zimu."
Zhao Laoqi shook his head and sighed. "I had a perfectly good family, a virtuous wife and an adorable son, but all I could think about was how to deal with that organization. I neglected my family."
"By then, the complete version of Seven Deaths for a Life had already been developed. A whole crowd of us swore to fight that organization to the bitter end. We prepared for a fight to the death, determined to wipe it out."
"But my master urged me not to take part. He divined that the organization's allotted time had not yet run out, and that this head-on confrontation would certainly fail to uproot it. If we failed to destroy it, we would make bitter enemies, enemies who could never coexist."
"Of course I understood what my master was thinking. He saw that I already had a family. If anything happened to me, my widow and orphaned son would have no one to look after them. It was selfish, but it was also only human."
I nodded, understanding that deeply.
My father and grandfather had been good men all their lives, yet they had done wrong for my sake and ended up like this.
Zhao Laoqi had been adopted by his master as a child. Though the man was his master, he was really his father. What father would not worry about his own child?
"You must not have listened