Upon hearing Tang Luo's words, Fang Han's bloody face became pale as a ghost.
"How...how...I don't want to die...I... don't want to die." Fang Han's voice grew lower and lower amidst his incredulous muttering.
Finally, he passed out from the loss of too much blood.
Contradictory emotions flashed across Tang Luo's eyes. He thought: If you had anticipated the current situation, perhaps you wouldn't have betrayed us.
Yet, there are no opportunities for rebirth in this world. If a mistake is made, one must pay the price for it.
The payment for your mistake this time happened to be your life.
Tang Luo walked over to Fang Han's body, extracted the star-child from within him, embraced his corpse, and threw it into a pit.
As if suddenly remembering something, Tang Luo walked over and picked up a piece of white jade from the ground.
This was Fang Han's jade pendant—a proof of his heritage. He originally thought that it could help him find clues, but it seemed unnecessary now.
