Ten breaths were enough for Yuanchao to escape.
His mind was blank, unable to imagine what awaited Yuan Zhongqi.
Of course.
Yuanchao knew.
Yuan Zhongqi was definitely not going to survive.
Burning one's life span to the extreme peak is a path of no return, and the reason he shouted before leaving was to give the other side a bit of hope.
Dying with hope is slightly better than dying in despair, even if Yuan Zhongqi knew it was false hope.
Escape.
Escape.
Escape.
This was the only thought left in Yuanchao's mind as he stepped into teleportation channels one after another, fleeing from the Eastern Immortal Domain to the Western Immortal Domain.
Then he collapsed in the void, his body trembling uncontrollably, tears filling the corners of his eyes:
"Chongqi, Great Uncle… I'm sorry!"
It wasn't guilt over Yuan Zhongqi's death, but guilt over leaving Yuan Zhongqi behind and fleeing in that critical moment, instead of choosing to die with him.
