*Fair warning before you proceed, this chapter depicts a bit of disturbing scene, which was the continuation from the previous chapter.*
"AAAAaaa!"
The scream from the dream Yang Xian from the battle still lingered.
Blood and flesh splattered on the ground, creating gory sight.
Yang Xian was silent. He could see that this time, he blamed himself for not coming faster and when Wei Liuying came, the two only exchanged glances. The two of them didn't exchange any words but they understood what each other was feeling.
Guilt.
Anger.
If only they could arrive faster….
Yang Xian didn't say anything more, but he was gripping his hand so tightly that if this was not a dream, blood would have oozed out from his palm. Watching a scene that was so unfamiliar yet familiar at the same time felt strange and painful.
His heart continued to be stabbed with pain from every scene.
