Zhou Yan did not stop Di Yan from leaving.
Di Yan did not pose a threat to him.
Di Yan would no longer threaten Zhou Yan.
He was just a humble existence.
On the scene, only Zhou Yan and Jiang Xing remained.
Jiang Xing had not spoken.
Zhou Yan didn't speak either.
When there was no conversation, this world appeared more tranquil.
It was akin to the solitude of Ten Thousand Ghosts Sword Tomb, seemingly eternally filled with loneliness and isolation.
"Holy Spirit Evil Venerate."
Jiang Xing suddenly addressed.
Zhou Yan's heart stirred slightly, and he looked at Jiang Xing, saying, "Do you still address me that way now? I'm just a clone."
"You've lost yourself, but you are still you. No matter your identity, what masters your will is you, and that's enough."
Jiang Xing's words seemed profound.
But it didn't prevent Zhou Yan from understanding.
Zhou Yan sighed, his gaze turning to the human skin in the lonely grave.
