The Sorrowmender

Chapter 68 – Farewell

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Outside the city, at a former death warrior stronghold, Xu Qingzhou heard the familiar notification sound in his ear.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, a hint of ease in his expression.

"This time, I've lost again—"

Beside him, the white-haired girl heard this and asked out of nowhere, "What have you lost again?"

Xu Qingzhou took a deep breath and glanced at her.

"It's nothing, go to sleep quickly. We'll leave at dawn tomorrow."

Hearing that they could leave, a trace of contentment flashed in the white-haired girl's eyes.

"Okay! I'll sleep first then—"

After a sleepless night, filled with fatigue, the white-haired girl soon fell into a deep sleep.

In her dreams, she occasionally chuckled, suggesting it was a good dream.

Xu Qingzhou sat at the desk, murmuring to himself.

"From now on, you can be yourself. Once I find the foreign fire for you, you can soar across the nine heavens."

He gazed at the candle flame before him, yet his brows were always tinged with worry.

The white-haired girl's heart knot had been untied, Mo Shengge's matter was resolved, and the curse seals on the three thousand death warriors were removed.

Lin Shuo seemed to have achieved great enlightenment, and the matter of Linfeng City was understood.

Everything was as he had expected, even exceeding his expectations.

But for some reason, he couldn't feel happy.

"Strange, why can't I feel happy after this act?"

He muttered to himself, feeling a sense of unresolved emotion in his heart.

This unresolved feeling was even stronger than when he had slain Daoist Master Dongyun.

He enjoyed putting on a facade, pretending to be a profound and unfathomable master in front of the people of this world.

Not only could he earn their admiration and respect, but he could also make them wary of him.

Don't mess with me, I'm mysterious, I'm powerful.

This was his little secret.

After all, as a transmigrator, even if he couldn't live a life that amazed the heavens and earth, he had to satisfy his vanity, at least to be happy.

Pretending to be superior was one of them, and he enjoyed it immensely.

But this time, even though he put on a show, and not just in front of one person, he couldn't feel happy in the end.

Mo Shengge's matter was resolved, Mo Shengge faced death calmly.

The white-haired girl recognized reality and accepted her situation.

Lin Shuo found his true self through great enlightenment.

But what about himself? He was lost in confusion because of a single word—desire.

Mo Shengge died because of desire, Lin Shuo was like this because of desire.

Many, many people were affected by this greed and desire, either dying—eternally asleep, or living—a life of unbearable pain.

Though he had resolved their doubts, and his grand principles sounded impressive, in the end, he too was trapped by this word—desire.

He longed for others' praise, loved the look of admiration in others' eyes, and for this, he was willing to indulge.

He craved great strength, which was why he opened the Pavilion of Forgetting Worries in Frostsky City.

The System never let up, saying it was to resolve others' worries, but he knew in his heart that was only part of it, not the whole.

The initial intention was merely to gain strength.

But it was precisely because of this obsession that these troubles arose.

Opening a market in the street, announcing it to the world, everyone knew his name, yet he couldn't resolve all the worries of the world.

Hence, there was always a long line in front of the Pavilion of Forgetting Worries.

And all of this was because of his desire.

He wondered if he was wrong, if he shouldn't have done this.

"This world, people's hearts are restless, it's annoying—"

He could resolve others' worries, but not his own sorrow.

He could resolve one person's worries, but didn't know how many came daily to seek relief, just in Frostsky City alone, they were countless.

In front of the Pavilion of Forgetting Worries, worries never ended, and troubles seemed never to cease.

Mo Shengge's worry was written with the word desire, yet because of this word, many people died who shouldn't have, like Daoist Master Dongyun.

And like the offerings of the Lin Mansion.

And Lin Shuo's life, Mo Shengge's death, was not just about two people's life and death, it involved the change of power.

How many people would die in this process, and his unintentional actions seemed to have already entangled with karma.

These people were all somewhat related to him.

If it were before, he would never have thought so much, he would just resolve worries, what did the rest have to do with him.

But after reading more books, he thought more, and thinking more, his heart really softened.

He looked out the window, where the black clouds had disappeared, and the morning wind and waning moon remained.

"Perhaps it's time to leave, to go out and see things differently."

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The next day:

Outside Linfeng City.

At dawn, before the sun rose.

The three thousand death warriors, who made everyone in Linfeng City tremble with fear, gathered here, waiting silently.

Just to see off a Mister, a young man in white, a scholarly gentleman.

They stood in neat rows, the three thousand strong formation was as silent as cicadas in winter, not even a breath could be heard.

Due to the sudden rain last night, the morning wind was a bit chilly, waking them up.

Even though many here, like Xu Qingzhou, hadn't slept.

Yet they still felt clear-headed and invigorated.

Under Meng Xiao's lead, they bid farewell to the Mister before them, this Mister who saved them for reasons unknown, giving them freedom.

Though Mister was Mister, he was more like a light, piercing through the darkness, shining upon them.

Pulling them out from the abyss of darkness.

In one night, the curse seals that had bound them for a lifetime dissipated, they became themselves again, gaining freedom.

From now on, the mountains and seas were vast, free to roam.

It was all like a dream, just because of the Mister before them.

Meng Xiao led two fine horses to Xu Qingzhou, one white and one black, both strong and spirited.

"Mister, are you really leaving?"

Xu Qingzhou responded with a calm smile, "The matters here are settled, staying would be meaningless."

Meng Xiao lowered his brows, they were all rough people, skilled in the art of killing, doing the work of killing.

In front of such a scholarly Mister, they never knew what to say.

Saying too much, afraid of being clumsy, annoying the Mister.

Not saying anything, feeling uneasy in their hearts...

In short, besides silently looking at this Mister, they seemed not to know what else to do.

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But this kindness, they naturally dared not forget.

A chance encounter, no kinship, yet they received the Mister's kindness, such kindness made them anxious, compelled to repay.

Though the Mister had his own purposes, the Mister was an immortal, even without them, he could have killed Mo Shengge.

The ordinary death warriors didn't understand, but Meng Xiao knew well.

Because they had done nothing from start to finish, just told a lie.

They wanted to repay the Mister, and many wanted to follow him, even without reward or benefit.

But the Mister said he didn't like traveling with others.

Meng Xiao took out a Storage Bag, holding it with both hands.

"Mister saved us, gave us freedom, this kindness is like rebirth, we are all rough people, can't say words of gratitude, can't speak words of flattery."

"Inside here is a token of the brothers' appreciation, though it's just mundane gold and silver, the Mister surely doesn't care for it, but besides these, we have nothing else."

Saying this, he raised it to his chest and bowed deeply.

"Hope Mister doesn't disdain, please accept it!"