"In life, be worthy of heaven and earth; in death, have no regrets."
Fang Che sighed long and deeply.
"But unfortunately, I have regrets in my heart!"
"In this cave, I personally killed ten of my brothers!"
"There could be ten thousand reasons, but reasons are just reasons; the fact is they lost their lives at my hands."
Fang Che stood up and began to walk back.
When he reached the place where Zuo Guanglie and the others had died, Fang Che stopped walking.
His eyes were fixed on the dark bloodstains on the ground of the cave, and his heart was filled with spasms of pain.
He bowed deeply.
He stood quietly for a while.
Then turned and left.
In the dim cave, his silhouette appeared even lonelier.
...
He walked out of the cave.
When Fang Che looked back, the dark cave was still as sturdy as ever, but the spear intent had vanished.
It had become just like any ordinary cave.
Then he belatedly realized it was already morning!
