My enemy is dead?!
Du Yuanqing cradled his mother's body and sobbed uncontrollably. He didn't know how long he cried, his eyelids swelling to the size of peaches.
The dead have passed on; his mother could not be brought back to life.
The weather gradually turned cold. The blood-stained clothes solidified into scabs, feeling extremely uncomfortable against his skin.
Du Yuanqing seemed to have matured considerably; from now on, he could only rely on himself. He picked up the Black Stone that had fallen to the ground and whispered hoarsely, "Thank you."
Something occurred to Du Yuanqing. He went to the fallen man in black and began searching his body.
Elixirs and magical remedies... there must be an elixir in the world that can bring the dead back to life!
Before long, he found only an unfamiliar animal skin bag tied around the man's waist, and nothing else. No matter how he tried, he could not open the bag, and he did not find the life-reviving elixir.
