I'm home...
A joy from deep within surfaced in Heine's heart as these Yuanlings gathered.
Whoosh
Sangji flew down from the tree and landed on his shoulder.
"Heine Aku, why... why are they thanking me?"
"Do you still have enough spiritual power?"
"Plenty."
"You let them go home."
Heine murmured.
"What does going home mean? Aren't they already here?" asked Sangji.
"Going home means returning to death."
"Shouldn't that be sad?"
"For some people, death is liberation."
Sangji tilted his head.
With his current experience, he still couldn't understand why death was liberation.
Hemat had protected him only by exposing him to a group of babies who knew nothing and occasionally scaring him with negative emotions related to the Netherworld.
He was like a child raised in a sterile room who would inevitably be bruised or even twisted if he left abruptly.
Fortunately, he met Heine.
