'I failed my Senior Sister's trust…'
'I… I got the Jade-faced Mantis killed…'
'I can't do anything right…'
'I… I'm such a useless piece of trash!!!!'
He clutched his head in agony, trying to tear these memories from his mind, wanting to return to the peaceful state of sleep he'd been in before.
But the despair in his heart devoured all reason and hope.
'If… if only I'd arrived a little sooner…'
'If only I hadn't been affected by that wave of laziness…'
'If… I could just cast aside my responsibility and duty…'
Countless 'what ifs' swirled in his mind, but every one of them pointed to the same unchangeable ending.
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed a procession returning from the distance.
It was a troop of resentful ghost-spirits carrying a magnificent jade coffin.
And behind them, several spiritual beasts held up two large, white banners.
By the moonlight, Wang Xiedi made out the words on the banners—
