Mo Jingmei slowly landed beside Mo Lin, her gaze filled with a mix of empathy as she looked at Mo Lin.
"You must be very tired these days," Mo Jingmei comforted Mo Lin.
This seemingly ordinary sentence was like a sharp sword, piercing through the defenses in Mo Lin's heart.
Past events flashed through Mo Lin's mind like a slideshow.
He had been forced to flee embarrassedly in Beihai.
Falsely accused by Lin Xiaoman at Celestial Sect, he fell victim to the Three Calamities Destruction Technique.
He was trapped and killed by Xin Ziruo at Great Spirit Mountain, later besieged by the Evil Buddha.
Everything rose to the surface in his mind.
The feeling of having no one to rely on, having to bear everything himself, was exhausting.
It felt like a massive mountain weighing down on Mo Lin.
Leaving him unable to breathe.
Even though he knew the Mo Jingmei before him wasn't his real eldest sister.
Mo Lin's emotions suddenly burst forth.
