Yu Weimin's Memories

Liu Yang's entire body froze as he looked at the scene. It was his fault. If he had stopped them, they couldn't have had a fight at all, and his junior martial brother wouldn't have had to die.

His heart plunged into sadness as he thought of this. He stared at the scene in an utter daze as he took a step forward.

This time, the head disciple, who had been holding the dead body of his master in his arms to look too depressed to speak, raised his head. His eyes were bloodshot. "You…. You're responsible for my master's death!"

Liu Yang knew it was his fault this time. If he hadn't said another word, the man wouldn't have been distracted so easily. So he said nothing and merely nodded at Wen Jun's words.

The disciple's face turned red from anger as he picked up the sword that had fallen to the ground. "You'll have to give your life in exchange."

Liu Yang thought of the misty man at this time and sighed. He had vowed to find that person in his lifetime, but it seemed impossible.