Atop Demon-Suppressing Pass.
At some point, Yu Mo released the hand he had kept tightly clenched.
His expression, too, softened from its solemn look.
Confucian Scholar had appeared beside Yu Mo at some point, his face filled with weakness, his scholar's robe utterly disheveled.
"You're back?"
Yu Mo smiled.
Confucian Scholar nodded gently, a little ease and leisure on his face as well. "Mm, I don't have to resurrect myself anymore..."
"Could you..."
"Record a video for me?"
As he spoke, Yu Mo took out his phone, opened the video recorder, and handed it to Confucian Scholar.
"All right."
Confucian Scholar nodded and pointed the camera at Yu Mo.
"I'm Yu Mo."
"The Human Race's executioner, guilty of countless crimes."
"Actually..."
"The biggest deception I ever carried out was... was..."
Hidden against his wheelchair, Yu Mo's hand pinched his own flesh fiercely, his nails digging into it. Only this let him barely keep smiling. "My... surname isn't Yu. Nor am I a descendant of the Yu Clan."
"A descendant of Yu Yongyan..."
"Would never do the things I've done."
Yu Mo lowered his head slightly, but soon raised it again. "Of course, I've deceived plenty of other people..."
"Yu Sheng, Sun Wen, Yu Sanshui..."
"There are too many names. So many that... I can't quite remember them all."
"Originally..."
"I thought that, once the Human Race was destroyed, going to the Demon Domain to be a dog didn't seem like such a bad idea."
"But the Demon Domain lost..."
"I know very well what awaits me if I return to the Human Race..."
"Heh..."
"But I don't regret it. A general's triumph is built on ten thousand bones."
"Some things have to be done by someone."
"Some roads have to be walked by someone."
"It's just... this road of mine