At the moment Huai Shi lowered his eyes, Lu BaiYan finally sensed the creeping coldness slowly engulfing him.
Like a silent icy sea, it cruelly tugged at him, robbed him of all his struggling strength, and sent him to the deepest darkness of chilliness...
The thing called death.
The thing called judgment.
After seventy years, it returned before him again...
Accompanied by those vanished figures from the past.
Under the vast night sky, countless twinkling stars quietly fell, and those figures that appeared countless times in dreams and memories seemed to have returned from the past.
Indifferently looking down at his face.
Filled with disdain.
"Why..."
The hollow eyes were pierced by those gazes, Lu BaiYan's expression contorted and twisted: "Why must I be the betrayer!"
"I just hesitated for a moment..."
"I just... I just had no power to make a difference!"
