A sword pierced through the heart, and the nine lamps, which were as taut as the strings of a musical instrument, finally broke with a clang.
He fell to the ground, his fingers and palms curled up, as if he was trying to grasp something, and whispered: "... Senior Brother, Senior Brother."
Ethan didn't want to listen to the man's last words, so he bent over to pick up his weapon, but his hands were shaking and his eyes were dizzy, and he dropped the sword twice. After he finally held it tightly, he immediately pushed the door open and closed the nine lamps inside the heavy palace door.
......This was the second time Ethan saw blood in Qingzhu Hall in his memory. The first time was the master who raised him, and the second time was the junior fellow apprentice who was raised by him.
Both of them died at his own hands, and perhaps only the word "injustice" can explain it.
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