Despite Fen Juechen’s hysterical cries, Yun Che’s departing steps were undeterred, and in a short amount of time, Yun Che disappeared from Fen Juechen’s line of sight. He threw himself onto the ground, grasping the charred ashes that littered the ground with his blood stained hands, and began to weep with the utmost despair.
More than ten years have passed since he started cultivating profound energy to now, yet he had never shed a single tear.
But today, he wept deeply with heart-rending pain.
His parents, his paternal grandfather, all his kinfolk, clansmen, and his home, were all gone! His life as the offspring of the clan master, disappeared in a the span of a day, leaving him with nothing. All that he was left with was a vast and limitless hatred which coursed through his very heart, blood, marrow and soul.
The entirety of his consciousness had the imprint of Yun Che’s figure deeply branded into it.
“I want to take revenge… I want to take revenge… I want to take revenge… Yun Che… I will… kill you!!!!”
“Even if I am hacked to pieces, and suffer through the nine levels of hell, I will kill you!!!!”
The sounds of his rage filled vow were carried to great distances by the desolate wind, and as the sky became more gloomy, the howling wind became hurried, as though the boundless sky was quaking in fear from the intense hatred carried in his voice.
“The reason as to why I am not killing you… is because of my Little Aunt’s plea to spare your life…”
It was her…