“Lihua, tell my father that the Ming Clan has betrayed the Righteous Faction and joined forces with the Demonic Cult. I’ll leave our Faction in yours and Fei Yin’s hands since I'll be gone.”
Without looking around, Lihua nodded at Li Shen’s spiritual message to her. She couldn’t bear to turn to look at him.
But now, Lihua wished she had turned and looked back then. What kind of expression was he wearing as he faced death?
Lihua wasn’t like the others who had blind confidence in Li Shen’s survival. She was logical in the way she thought and her conclusion was that Li Shen had died. Even if he had truly been able to open a spatial tear before that heaven-shaking power had appeared in the Heavenly Calamity, his soul was already fading away.
Even if his body remained intact somehow, he would have already been dead, his soul having been dispersed.
But, even as Lihua came to this logical conclusion, a part of her couldn’t help but wish for that conclusion to be wrong.