Youqian was dead.
His death was not earth-shattering, nor did it even bring anything about.
Even that Ring of Justice and Judgment had been utterly exhausted before his death.
Did he count as a King of Judgment?
Yes, but not entirely.
Because only in the final moments of his life had Ye Qiyan awakened his belief.
As a spirit body after death, he had burned away the last of his self.
In fact, even if Ye Qiyan had not come to fire that shot, he would have vanished miserably before long.
But he had come all the same.
Because this fellow was still a fool.
Yet Ye Qiyan would not mock those final regrets, those what-ifs before his death.
From the day he grew envious of Zhao Xi and failed to recognize his own self, today's ending had already become the best final bow Youqian, once a Top-Level Train Conductor, could receive.
As an enemy, he had to die.
As a senior Train Conductor, though, Ye Qiyan was willing to give him that final shot.
"So that's it... Was this stop successfully cleared?"
Zhao Xi's voice drifted over slowly as she and Ye Qiyan appeared atop the train named [Judgment] at the same time.
She had dropped all her combat forms.
Her hair had returned to black.
Perhaps ordinary people could not imagine how such a petite body could unleash such astonishing power.
"Mm, congratulations on clearing it, Solo City's big little... ahem, Chief Grand Inquisitor."
Ye Qiyan gave a light cough, covering up the title he had been thinking of.
"I heard that..."
Zhao Xi pouted and rose onto her tiptoes, but there was nowhere here for her to sit a little higher.
Unembarrassed, Ye Qiyan jumped down from Zhao Xi's train and changed the subject.
"Is your quest