Alex went to check up on Wen Cheng. After seeing him breathing a bit more easily, he sighed in relief. 'A few days to recover,' he assessed.
He walked out of the Elder's hall and looked at the surrounding. The sect valley that would always be cheerful, even at nighttime with disciples running all around, trying to perform alchemy was totally empty tonight.
The bright streets of the valley looked gloomy from the lack of any human in it.
Alex looked up at the sky, stars gleaming in the nighttime, some brighter than others. The moon seemed a little paler tonight as if the moon itself grieved over the tragedy it witness from the sky.
So many things had happened today and yet… it has still only been 5 hours at most. The time wasn't even 4 am in the night.
Everyone was ordered to go back to their homes to rest, so Alex returned too. He went back to his home and went into a room.
His cultivation base was close to the Bone Tempering realm by now. The yang energy was slowly dissipating from the surrounding. It would still take until morning if not more for it to completely disappear.
Alex decided not to dwell on it anymore and logged out. He opened the capsule and walked out. In the middle of the night, the world was silent.
He got onto his bed, but he couldn't sleep. His eyes were wide open as the feeling started to overwhelm him.
He didn't feel hungry. He didn't feel sleepy. He didn't feel tired. The only thing he could feel was pain. A deep pain that was etched into his soul itself.
The grief, the pain of the loss— it had followed him across bodies, across worlds.
Once again, Alex cried. This body hadn't cried prior to this, so when he cried, the tears flooded his face. Snot dripped down his nose, but he couldn't care any less.
He cried like he had never before. It was close to 4 am in the morning and the rooms had good noise cancellation, so nobody could hear him cry.
Alex wanted to rest, but the tears wouldn't let him. He didn't even feel like he could cry himself to sleep.
No one was there to console him for his loss. Alex felt alone in this place. So, he got back onto the capsule and logged into the game once again.
The grief once more transcended space and came over in his new body, but he had already cried enough and there were no more tears.
He was told to rest, but he didn't think that was possible for him at the moment. He walked out of the room and left the house.
He went up the mountain and walked over to his master's house.
The front yard was fully destroyed, the house turned to rubble. Alex walked past the large patch of blood that was the result of the Third Elder's death.
He then walked up to the other smaller patch of blood that belonged to his master.
He touched the blood on the ground that felt like his tear ducts, completely dry. Even as he looked at the blood on the ground, he didn't feel like crying. He was emotionally exhausted from crying already, numb to the pain.
He felt sad, but that was it.
He then looked ahead of him, a little further away from where the blood was. That was the place where the bastard had fallen over to the ground.
He looked at the ground, and it was clean. Not a single hint of blood was on the ground at all.
Alex was confused at first, but then he remembered what had happened. Due to his master freezing him with all of the attacks, the bastard had never really suffered any wound that made him bleed.
Even the one wound in his chest where the sword had stabbed, the bastard hadn't taken the sword out and was thus not bleeding.
The lack of any emotion other than sadness was slowly changing.
"My master bled so much, and yet he doesn't even bleed a single drop of blood?" the emotion in his heart grew stronger.
"My master was poisoned, and yet he walks away so easily," the emotion continued to grow stronger.
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