The endless mountain wilderness remained frozen in that deathly silence for a long time. Literally, a falling needle could have been heard; there was not even the sound of breathing.
And the breathtaking figure standing atop the distant mountain never spoke, merely holding a sword and striking a pose.
After all, out in the world, one gave oneself one's own identity. At this level, words were no longer necessary. His appearance alone settled everything with the finality of a hammer blow, without the slightest suspense. No one would dare act out again, not even if Shang Lianbi were here!
Of course, that excluded lunatics deliberately courting death...
Wei Wuyi stared blankly at the figure he had spent his whole life chasing. The shock and excitement in his eyes slowly turned into shame so deep he wished the ground would swallow him, and guilt, before finally becoming acceptance.
For Ye Sheng to come out and dissuade him meant he still valued him.
But both he and Ye Sheng knew that loyalty which was not absolute was absolute disloyalty. As for expecting a rebel to have a change of heart, the Corpse Ancestor was a cautionary tale.
Having taken this step, he no longer had a place on the Righteous Path. Even if the prodigal son turned back, he would spend the rest of his life sitting alone deep in the mountains in repentance, reflecting on and atoning for his past words and deeds.
And that would also mean betraying the Corpse Ancestor's kindness in giving him a new life.
Compared to that, dying by Ye Sheng's sword would instead be an immense blessing!
He could end what remained of his life without betraying an old kindness, and die by the sword of the man he had pursued all his life, seeing