After Xue Liang fell, the surrounding ice shards, now severed, lost their supply of mana and instantly shattered into white powder. Zhao Zuo bent down to take the Storage Bag from the corpse. Letting out a long sigh, he gazed at Xue Liang's unblinking, dead eyes and whispered softly.
"Was it really necessary?"
If he hadn't grown greedy and malicious, he could have at least lived out his final years in peace. But then Zhao Zuo realized that it was precisely because Xue Liang was unwilling to accept his fate that he had gambled everything. Still, Zhao Zuo couldn't approve of such actions deep down.
After all, even at his poorest in his previous life, he had never considered murdering someone for their money.
