With a cup of wine down his throat, the wine cup hitting the ground, a hero of his time, Marquis Ouyang, left the mortal world.
He sat calmly on the chair with a smile on his lips; even in death, he still bore the majesty of a king.
He had regrets; Qinglong Gang committed atrocities, and he could not take his revenge—this was one of them.
He had no children of his own, Fairy Zixia was his adopted daughter; he had hoped to see Fairy Zixia get married, have children, but in the end, he was unable to fulfill this wish.
His life, short and spectacular, was filled with blood and sorrow; he enjoyed the glory few others did, yet he envied the ordinary life of commoners.
So he departed, with only Fairy Zixia, Duke Chu, and Lin Tian by his side in the end—perhaps this, too, was a kind of sadness.
Fairy Zixia was silent, staring at her father, unable to hold back her tears.
Her only relative had left her, and she was in immense pain, truly immense pain.