Wang Lin softly said, “Teacher… if we did everything again, Disciple would still choose to follow Teacher to the Immortal Astral Continent without any hesitation…” 

The sorrow in Xuan Luo’s eyes became even stronger. He understood Wang Lin.

“Teacher’s kindness is as heavy as a mountain, and Disciple would never forget it…” Wang Lin sighed and stood up. He patted his clothes. As he swept away the dust, it was as if he had swept away his feelings and his previous tolerance.

In order to not disappoint his teacher, he could kneel, give out treasures, endure not killing the Ancient Dao Emperor - he could do anything. He just wanted to take Wan Er’s soul and not make his teacher suffer too much sorrow. He wanted to find a balance because he didn’t want the people who had been kind to him to feel pain. He didn’t want to hurt his teacher.

However, this thought was only a luxury, an unrealistic dream.

He had endured again and again, but now he could not endure...