Although Xue Dalong's death caused some ripples, it was quickly drowned out by discussions about the Martial Association and debates over the final inheritor of the War God of the State title.
Compared to those two matters, the passing of Xue Dalong, once a top-tier expert, was indeed trivial.
Perhaps this is just the way of the world. It's always been about celebrating the new arrivals; who ever pays attention to the tears of the old?
Driving on Central Avenue, Chen Yang had one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding Qin Qiu's soft, boneless hand. He stared indifferently ahead. If he were to one day die in this mundane world, or perhaps fall on the battlefield, would he, like Xue Dalong, just scatter in the wind?
You've always just been an ordinary person. If you die, you die. Did you really expect the world to mourn you? Chen Yang chuckled softly, shaking his head and dismissing the thought.
