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That woman, with her bloodstained hands, was actually very lucky.

Because she had Epsilon.

Meng Fuyao sighed and turned to leave. Epsilon looked up suddenly and smiled at her.

"Thank you," he said.

Meng Fuyao froze and then witnessed Epsilon quietly collapse.

He died.

Without any warning, the fourth in the Top Ten, the renowned Epsilon, had chosen to end his life after personally ending the life of his lover.

Perhaps he cut his own meridians, or perhaps, it was just the end of his natural life span. He had spent the latter half of his life living for her. Her death would mean the end of his purpose.

The last sentence he had said in his lifetime, was a 'thank you' to Meng Fuyao, the perpetrator that had destroyed his reputation completely.

To thank her for fulfilling his dreams.