Luo Chen's movements became sluggish and heavy. He slowly withdrew the Longsword in his hand, and the coldness lingering at the tip seemed to dissipate at that moment. On his face, an involuntary complex expression emerged, and in his deep eyes, a gleam of contemplation and struggle flickered. He stopped, not entirely because of the tear that slipped from the corner of Lei Sangou's eye, but more for the inexplicable unwillingness to harm this notorious Demon Lord of Chaos, who suddenly revealed such profound fatherly love.
In Luo Chen's ears, Lei Sangou's voice gradually subsided, and the plea of "don't" seemed to come from deep within his soul, exuding endless desolation and helplessness. The tear at the corner of his eye finally broke free from its restraints, quietly slipping over the face covered by a full beard, disappearing into the dense whiskers. This scene was unprecedentedly shocking to Luo Chen, a profound touch deep within his heart.
