"The Seven Fairies are dead?"
Chu Dazhuang stood there, muttering to himself, taking a long time to recover his senses.
"Dead!?"
He repeated it over and over, as if he couldn't believe it.
But those seven coffins lying there spoke for themselves.
Real Immortal Yu Lu stood there, her hand on a coffin, unwilling to let go for a long time, standing there in silence, and Chu Dazhuang stood there, his mouth closed, saying nothing.
After a long while, she gently lifted her gaze towards Chu Dazhuang, her eyes full of sorrow.
"Miao Yin was right about one thing, these Seven Fairies indeed died because of you."
Upon hearing this, Chu Dazhuang felt a daze wash over him, as in those seven coffins lay seven living lives, who even after their last meeting with Chu Dazhuang, had vowed to serve him for a lifetime.
It took him a long time to come back to his senses as he stood there.
