After Luo Shangchen went away, Yan Tianxiao suddenly let out a sigh. “I had heard of this Luo Changsheng a long time ago. He was supposed to be a young and extraordinary talent. After seeing the man with my own eyes, I can now say that he was a bit foolish and naive, but not without a backbone. It’s always a bit of a shame to lose a person like that.”

“Backbone?” Chi Wuyao smiled. “Yama Emperor, you didn’t think he would rather die than submit to darkness, did you?”

“Hmm?” Yan Tianxiao looked at her with question marks on his head.

Chi Wuyao explained, “From the moment he was born, Luo Changsheng was known as the son of the Holy Eaves Realm King and the disciple of Luo Guxie. His talent was unprecedented, and he was made the Holy Eaves Young Master at a very young age. You could say that he was born with a silver spoon another person wouldn’t dare to dream of in a hundred lifetimes.”

“Death is scary to him of course, but what scares him even more is losing the things that made him what he was today, and worse than that, having them changed into the eternal shame of his life.”

“Had he chosen to stay alive, he would never have been able to return to the Holy Eaves Realm. Luo Shangchen would hate him forever, and it was only a matter of time before the world learned of his shame.”

“That’s why he chose death. With this act, Luo...