One would think that after witnessing the demise of one's enemy, a euphoric sense of satisfaction, or even triumphant pleasure would emerge, but all that Li Meirong felt at that moment was a strange sort of helplessness.
It wasn't a feeling bred from having been stabbed or struck by lightning. Rather, she felt this way for her lack of understanding… for being unable to prevent this inevitable outcome.
'Don't mourn what was bound to happen. Compassion is the key. Your power is to give. You passed the test. You passed.' The bell's words suddenly rang in her ears. It had a joyful tune, filled with happiness.
Li Meirong's willowy eyebrows wrinkled into a frown. What was that bell gibbering about now? Didn't he tell her to kill Liang Rou Yan only seconds ago?!
The bell tinkled. It was a peal of laughter, a mocking tune. 'Still too trusting. Keep kindness. Be cautious.'
