Only to see.
On his Nascent Soul's heart, there was a long crack.
This did not seem caused by external injury.
It seemed to be triggered by a certain emotion mixed during the tribulation.
He attempted to inspect the crack with his mind.
As a result, his chest throbbed faintly with pain, and an inexplicable sadness welled up in his heart.
He understood.
This was a heartache.
He was undergoing the tribulation with the sorrow for Ling Shu.
At the brink of death, he was revitalized by the guilt for Ling Shu's death.
Therefore.
The Nascent Soul was naturally born with a trace of scar.
Jiang Fan clenched his fist, feeling unprecedented power, yet there was no joy in his heart.
Only endless regret.
"This power came too late."
"If I had it earlier, Ling Shu wouldn't have left calling 'brother' in my arms."
"She could have kept calling, kept calling."
"And I, would have always responded."
A gust of mountain wind blew by.
Cold seeped through his body.
