The Dust King took a few more steps deeper into the forest, and as Chen Hao looked at his lonely and forlorn figure, he could feel the struggle and difficulty in his heart at that moment.
Yingji was a woman who had betrayed him, yet he was supposed to entrust her with the highest honor of his tribe and the future of his people, which sounded utterly absurd.
"Didn't you say you wanted to find closure?" Chen Hao said again, "How can you call it closure if you can't let go of the hatred in your heart? Since Yingji feels guilty towards you, let her atone for her sins. There's no one more suitable than her. Think of it as for the sake of the people you love, and let go of your hatred for Yingji."
"Let go of my hatred for Yingji for the sake of my people!" The Dust King repeated the words Chen Hao had said in his mind.
Soon after, suddenly, his spirit began to shine with a faint light, and then from his feet to his head, his body slowly turned into dust part by part.