Life is a torment with no peace, even in death one must fear the floodwaters.
Even someone like Ji Jue, in utter ruin, would probably curse "fuck it," and throw himself to Mutated. But it's one thing for a person to sacrifice themselves; why burden the entire White Country, dragging everyone into Hell with them?
In a desperate struggle, when things fall apart, it's almost a good death!
What's there to regret?!
Wait a moment...
Ji Jue's expression convulsed, and a sudden darkness filled his vision. He instinctively stood up.
"Did the Sacrificial King from back then really fail?"
Ni Lin remained silent, saying nothing.
Only Ji Jue stood there, his expression ever-changing, feeling an overwhelming difficulty to breathe.
"Inaya, tell me—"
He subconsciously raised his head, looking at the blood-red giant tree in the sky, in disbelief, "Did that Sacrificial King really intend to succeed back then?"
Ni Lin kept his head down, also silent.
