The three fell silent, what a time they didn't know what to say. As the God of Creation of this world, he had indeed done his job to the best. Shen Jing once said that they were leftover turbid consciousnesses who were meant to disappear one day. Now was the time for him to disappear.
"Shen Ying, is there no way for him to reload?" Lonemoon couldn't help but ask.
Shen Ying didn't speak, but Godfiend shook his head. "That won't be necessary. I'm just tired, having reached the time for me to rest."
"…"
"What other wishes do you have?" Shen Ying asked.
He smiled. After a long while he said, "Big Boss… If it's possible, can you forgive Little Shortie? Unlike me, she's the spirit of the River of Forgetfulness. So long as the River is here, she won't disappear. The matter last time, I forced her to do it. She's the only one left among the three of us now, if you won't speak to her… she'd be too lonely."
"Alright."
