The person lying in the coffin was none other than the mother and father he had longed for day and night, the very root cause that had set him on this one-way path of seeking immortality and medicine.
His parents lay side by side, dressed still like ordinary farmers. Their eyes were tightly shut, and their hands were clasped together. With trembling arms, he reached out to touch his father, to stroke his mother.
The torrential rain in the sky had finally stopped, but his tears fell like a renewed downpour, pattering heavily. Unlike when he had shouted and raged searching for his parents back at the Burning Heaven Cult, he made no sound now, his hands and head shaking uncontrollably.
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