Pharmacist's Wish slowly asked, "For a family you'll never be able to return to, is it worth it?"
"You still fantasize about returning to the righteous path, don't you? That's why you don't understand. I haven't paid any price; my life has always been worthless, only the Demon Dao can fulfill my wish. The Zhao Family has no Foundation Establishment protection, everything relies on us brothers. My elder brother is the family's face, and I am the family's foundation." Prajna said seriously, "Brother as Bodhisattva, brother as Prajna, this is the fate given to the Zhao Family by the heavens."
"So..."
Prajna looked at Pharmacist's Wish, his eyebrows raised, scars knotted, his face twisted. The childishness, pride, and laughter as a younger brother vanished from his face, leaving only the overwhelming anger of Prajna: "Pharmacist's Wish, today is your death anniversary, this place is your burial ground!"
