After leaving, Ye Feng paid no attention to anyone. He walked straight out of the shattered Manor and sat down on a hilltop.
Ye Feng was deeply dispirited. He felt none of the joy of growing stronger or driving back his enemies. All that remained was self-reproach!
Ye Feng had faced life-and-death crises many times before. Though unwilling to die, he had faced death calmly and fearlessly.
But this time was different. He had been too arrogant.
He had assumed that possessing the Divine Realm meant he need not fear any tribulation lightning.
He had not listened to Ferid's advice, nor had he made any other preparations.
If... if he had prepared more and made more thorough arrangements, would Wansi not have had to die?
The more Ye Feng thought about it, the worse he felt. He wished he had been the one to die instead.
Just then, a graceful figure sat down beside Ye Feng and said:
"Are you blaming yourself for Wansi's death, husband?"
Without turning his head, Ye Feng knew the person beside him was Miroku.
She had always been like this, attentive and understanding, guessing his thoughts at once.
Ye Feng did not answer, but the bitterness on his face had already answered Miroku.
Miroku continued:
"You can't take all the blame for this, husband. If those villains hadn't barged in, with your abilities, you could surely have weathered the tribulation lightning easily! Besides, although Wansi is dead, it isn't impossible to bring him back!"
Hearing this, Ye Feng shook his head.
"It's no use. Wansi died to tribulation lightning. His body and soul were both destroyed. Without a soul, even my Rinnegan can do nothing~!"
Miroku, however, smiled at his words.
"Who said you had to use the Rinnegan?"
Ye Feng froze.
"What do you