Chapter 27 Too Late for Regrets
Li Muxiu's body trembled slightly, but he just stood there, silent.
Li Xiaoran struggled with his arm but failed to break free. He glanced at his second brother and saw the utmost sorrow beneath those eyes. His heart shook, and he sobered up a bit.
Seeing the weakening breath and the blood-covered Li Tian Gang lying beneath him, he was stunned, and finally, he embraced his head in a pitiful and painful manner.
He knew that his big brother would never come back.
All those years guarding the Mo River, all the failed attempts to pass through, what was it for?
Wasn't it to hope to bring big brother back home?
But now, there's no going back...
"Aaah!!"
Li Xiaoran let out a heaven-shaking roar, tears of blood streaming down.
Li Muxiu remained silent, standing still like a statue as the winds from beyond the border swirled around the three men before drifting away lightly.
For a long time, a very long time…