Looking at the two corpses on the ground, covered in blood stained white pieces of clothing, a faint hint of inexplicable emotion flashed past Tian Yongheng's eyes.
The condition of the corpses was too gruesome; not seeing it was better.
He took a deep breath, suppressing his thoughts, and glanced towards Ouyang Chenyao weeping bitterly on the ground.
Having been friends with this couple for years, he also felt a sense of loss. But this was not the first time those closed to him had died.
Though this was undoubtedly the first time when he held the supreme power to save them but didn't do so.
The karmic lines were fine just days ago... how did it happen?
At this thought, the look in his eyes gradually grew colder.
Someone was deliberately messing with him by playing cruel jokes.
