Wu Yi's fists clenched tightly, seeming unable to accept this reality. His face shifted from white to black, then back to white, until finally, he could only choke out: "How did he die Is the revenge served","Zi Mo, let's pay back what we owe him, together. In this life or the next.",A lifetime, a pair of people. Not seeking imperial power or riches, but just one heart. To never be separated until old age.。