Lin Zhengren didn't look at the well, nor how Lin Zhengli jumped into it; he only stared at Jiang Wang.
"Have you seen it clearly this time?" he asked.
Jiang Wang listened for a while with a tilted ear.
He heard how Lin Zhengli, whose Path Origin had been sealed, struggled at the bottom of the well. How his strength ebbed away, how he sank into the water.
Indeed, he heard everything clearly.
Lin Zhengli was dead, thoroughly dead.
Initially, to seek justice for An'an, Jiang Wang borrowed the Ember Ending Lance and came here, slashing through the door. The Lin Family presented only Lin Zhenglun, and that explanation was given just to save face for Zhu Weiwo.
But today, he came here masked, casually found a reason, and forced the death of Lin Zhengli.
Everything seemed to have changed, yet nothing had changed at all.
The thorn that he once had to avoid due to insufficient strength had finally been pulled out.
Was it satisfying? It seemed not.
