Bo Jianfeng dug a pit alone and buried Ye Chiyi on a desolate mountain, carving a few words into a nearby tree with his sword.
"Tomb of Ye Chiyi!"
After finishing all this, Bo Jianfeng stood calmly in front of the grave, as if speaking to the deceased Ye Chiyi, or perhaps to himself.
"Everyone dies, it's just a matter of time. But there are some things that need to be understood before one can willingly face death."
Having said this, Bo Jianfeng stood there for a long time, alone, as Ye Qianqiu had already left.
Perhaps chasing after Li Xiaobao. Bo Jianfeng suddenly sighed, "Actually, I hope Li Xiaobao escapes because he should be killed by my own hands."
With that, he sheathed his longsword and turned to leave.
...
Ye Qianqiu was indeed pursuing Li Xiaobao and had already caught sight of Li Xiaobao.
What puzzled him was that Li Xiaobao didn't run but stood before him, as if knowing there was no hope for escape, and stopped, waiting for death.
