The old man in the abandoned house, the Mad Fire burns to ashes.
Lying on the same bed as his father years ago, Cardon's consciousness was irrevocably nearing its end, opposite to what his father had pursued.
Yet he still couldn't sleep, and there was no response to the witness's words.
"The will and flesh of humans are so fragile that you can see various fallacies born of fear. But fallacies do not mean they are valueless. To me, the idea of the Righteous is indeed interesting."
But Fu Qian didn't mind and continued casually.
The previous words weren't just nonsense. Given his extensive interrogative experience, leading people astray was naturally second nature.
As mentioned earlier, one of the tricky parts of this task was the firmness of the person's will.
For this final death wish, the old man only trusted his own judgment and would never reveal the core issue troubling him easily.
