Furious, he drew his long sword. For a moment, the courtyard was filled with golden wind and flashing lightning. Finally, Jun Xu swung his long sword, and then struck the thick sycamore tree with his palm, which was as big as three people could hold together. Immediately, leaves fell from the tree. Jun Xu, dressed in white, stood among the fluttering leaves, and suddenly discovered that the thick sycamore tree was crookedly and densely carved with the words ‘mother’. It turned out that… Shen Da, that guy… couldn’t take it anymore? So much so that he used this method to suppress himself?
Suddenly, Shen Da’s feelings suddenly became familiar. This person, who had only met a few times, became flesh and blood in Junxu’s heart. Her pain, her helplessness, and her loneliness struck Junxu’s nerves so clearly that the endless sorrow after Xiao Ran’s few tears instantly filled her senses.
For the first time, Junxu truly felt what kind of fate she had intruded upon, and for the first time she felt the clear pulse of that fate.
With a forceful breath of her right palm, she supported herself against the tree, and the entire tree quietly crumbled into dust.
A weak, spidery voice with a long, drawn-out tone sounded softly in the silent night
‘Shen Da… go in peace.’
Looking back at the full moon, Junxu calmed down instead, smiling slightly. The sky was clear and the air was fresh.