"..."
A feeling that was hard to describe surged in his heart as he slowly approached the corpse, and knelt down on one knee.
"I told you... not to follow... wouldn't it have been better to stay at Zhongfu Temple?"
He looked at the corpse, whose face was covered in blood, seemed confused, and yet died with eyes wide open. Slowly, he stretched out his hand to close its eyes.
"Let's go, I'll take you back... to Zhongfu Temple."
Picking up the body, Monk Quan Heng glanced at the city, hesitated, then gritted his teeth and flew towards the outskirts.
All beings suffer, all beings are troubled, and he can only save those he can see.
Monk Quan Heng's figure slicing through the high sky was caught by Qiu Xiaoping.
"..."
Withdrawing her gaze, she limped towards the underground refuge, supported by the remnants of the Rebel Army.
The Rebel Army, it's over.
Everyone knows that the Rebel Army is utterly destroyed.
