Mo Zhixuan had maintained his usual composure from beginning to end, and even as he uttered these questioning words, his expression did not reveal the slightest ripple.
How desperate must one person feel towards another to choose to leap from those towering city walls?
At that time, she saw the true nature of a person through her death and in exchange, secured peace for the people of the Nine States.
It was worth it.
What she didn't know was that as she leapt, another figure in white followed suit, leaping after her without the slightest hesitation.
Song Shiqin remained silent, his vision filled with disjointed memories that were his biggest regrets and the last things he wished to recall from this life.
Mo Zhixuan looked at Song Shiqin, then continued, "Xuanyuan Shangchen, come to think of it, I should thank you for your help a thousand years ago."