"Goodbye." Yun Lintian stared straight into Ross's eyes and moved the knife to cut his throat, sending him to the netherworld.
Arrows of blood gushed out from Ross's throat, splashing all over Yun Lintian's body. He didn't even flinch in the slightest as he stared blankly at Xia Yao's tombstone.
The burning golden light in Yun Lintian's eyes gradually dimmed along with his strength that slowly left his body.
Yun Lintian's vision started to blur. He tried his best to stay focused as he took a step forward, walking to Xia Yao's tombstone with the biggest wish in his heart — he wanted to see her again.
Step by step, the distance between Yun Lintian and the tombstone gradually reduced. The bloodstain on his body had long been washed by the heavy rain, as though someone had meticulously cleaned him up.
Xia Yao's illusory figure appeared before the tombstone and watched Yun Lintian approaching her with an endless tenderness in her eyes.