ath eventually.

For what purpose did people live?

Why must they struggle and fight? Why must they be miserable and unhappy? Why is death the only eternal, peaceful answer to unanswerable questions?

And then, the zither began to speak of the beauty and peace of death, a beauty and peace which no one could ever describe using words. Only his zither music could express it.

Because he himself had sunk into a beautiful dream of death.

The death god’s hand seemed to be guiding his in playing the zither, coaxing men to give up everything and be forever peaceful in the dreamlands of death.

There, there was neither pain nor struggles against other men.

There, not only was there no killing, there was also no men forcing other men to kill.

This definitely was something which no one could resist.

Fu Hongxue’s hand was already starting to tremble. His clothes had already been soaked with sweat as well. Since life was so tragic, why must a man continue to live?

The hand with which he gripped his sabre became even tighter. Was he preparing to draw his sabre? Who was he going to kill with the sabre?

The only person who can kill him is Fu Hongxue, and only Fu Hongxue can kill himself.

The zither music became even more tragic. The mountain valley became even darker.

There was no light. There was no hope.

The zither music seemed to be calling out to him. And he seemed to see Yan Nanfei and Mingyue Xin, their faces filled with smiles and laughter.

Were they already at peace? Were they advising him to accept that peace and beauty? Fu Hongxue finally drew his sabre!