"Master..."
Confirming that Yun Potian was truly dead, Tang Ming cried out in anguish.
"Ah!"
After a long while, a sigh echoed.
"Master, couldn't you stop Second Master either?"
Tang Ming, tears streaming down his face, looked up at Tang Cha.
"Child! You need to understand what they mean by 'good people don't live long, but evildoers live a thousand years.'"
Tang Cha gave a bitter smile, looking admiringly at Yun Potian: "Brother Yun was a hero of his era, unyielding to the end. Amidst his enmities, no one could intervene. I thought perhaps as his disciple you might ease his burdens, but I underestimated Brother Yun's grandeur."
"Why did it have to be this way?"
Tang Ming shouted in confusion.
"Because that's Yun Potian. To him, reputation and dignity are more important than life itself. If it were me, I would certainly have let you take the lead for me, but he is different; he is a true hero."
