Ning Biluo shook his head when he heard Boundless Saint wanted to return the favor. He blandly spoke, "One sword strike was out, and it is all finished. Nothing more needs to be done in the future."
Boundless Saint nodded. A smile appeared on his pale face as he said, "No matter what, I owe you this."
And then he lowered his head and saw the sword wound on his chest. He said, "Wait. I still want to ask why you would do this?"
Ning Biluo was a bit lost too. He spoke in a low voice, "It is just… we have the same dream. Your dream was the dream me and my brothers had…"
He sighed lightly and stopped talking.
Boundless Saint felt guilty and woeful. Ning Biluo’s brothers died mostly because of him…
