Qingxuan Part 2
The death soldier jerked. He seemed to have heard a familiar voice – a voice that had haunted his dreams and nightmares.
For years.
Decades, even.
It had been… such a long time. He was even starting to forget how his master sounded and looked like, yet he heard his voice now.
Everyone in the sect said that his master was dead, but he refused to believe it.
His master was strong and wise, and he had never once done a single thing that caused him to feel that he couldn't rise against the current. He might not have been the best person ever, but to Qingxuan, his master was… like a father.
Qingxuan controlled his breathing.
Though he might have said that he refused to believe his master was dead… he knew. He knew deep down that the likelihood of him being alive was as close to zero as possible. It had been so many years. He should have come back much earlier if it had really succeeded