A Headless Fly

"Likewise," said memory Yu Weimin softly. "If… if there's a rebirth, don't let me see your face, no matter in what condition I am…. Otherwise, I can't stop myself from—"

Before he could finish speaking, a blasting sound echoed into the background, making memory Yu Weimin pause as he turned to look in that direction. He let out a sigh. "It has started already. Master, please, come with me."

Liu Yang's emotions were swirling at this time. He wanted to ask the other what he was about to say, but at the same time, he didn't. He feared he might end up facing his worst nightmare.

Right now, he felt he had wasted a century's worth of time searching for this man, but at the same time, he didn't regret it. He would still cherish their first meeting, how the little fox grew up, how the little disciple depended on him, and how the man stared at him when he was bathing….

He would never forget any of these things. He knew now that their paths had separated, and it was all his selfishness.