Leng Guhan remained silent.
He knew he could not hide his intentions from Zhou Fuqu, nor had he meant to.
"Senior Brother, I know all of this is for your Heartless Sword Dao. As long as something benefits you, there is nothing to hesitate over. The Sword Pavilion has risen in your hands, but it still cannot compare with those few supreme powers. To reach that point, your strength must continue to improve," Zhou Fuqu said.
"Sometimes I question myself, too. Is doing this right or wrong?" Leng Guhan said gravely.
"You have already made your decision, Senior Brother. Why would you need anyone else to remind you?" Zhou Fuqu said. "By now, I am probably your only remaining attachment, am I not? Only by severing this attachment can you truly be free of all ties. Your Heartless Sword Dao will surely reach full mastery."
Leng Guhan stared at Zhou Fuqu without speaking.
"Senior Brother, do not have any misgivings. In fact, I could kill myself and remove your attachment. But I fear my suicide would not help you as much. It would be more fitting for you to do it yourself. Senior Brother, if you still feel guilt or regret after killing me, that will mean your Heartless Sword Dao is still lacking. Kill me as you would an enemy, and feel satisfaction-or even nothing at all. Only then will you truly have hope of bringing your Heartless Sword Dao to full mastery," Zhou Fuqu said.
That was, of course, precisely what Leng Guhan intended.
He believed it would be easy to have Zhou Fuqu kill himself, but that was not what he wanted.
Zhou Fuqu understood his thoughts as well. After all, they had spent so many years together.
"But there is something that worries me," Zhou Fuqu