A silent, profound night spread through the darkness, and the unbearable pain in Fang Yi's heart spread in silence as well, mixed with heartbreaking tears that no one knew existed.
Recalling the years from Baijia Village to Jiangnan, Fang Yi had walked through countless winding and rugged paths of life, experiencing all the joys, sorrows, and separations of human existence, yet never had he felt such agonizing grief as he did today. For the death of Abbot Faxin, he could not bear the excruciating pain in his heart—a heart-rending, violent agony deeply embedded with profound remorse, regret, and helplessness.
Had he known that things would turn out the way they did today, nothing in the world would have made him agree to that duel with Huateng. He would have gone to Jialan Hidden Valley much earlier to visit Master Faxin once again, and at the same time, he would have consulted him about that letter. There were still some rather suspicious contents in that letter that neither he nor Mr. Mu Ye could understand for the time being, and they had needed Abbot Faxin to provide some guidance.
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