Because even if she were told, the old woman would simply smile calmly and say she knew it all, that it was all her voluntary choice.
Her life had always been lived under the sway of this obsession, and before her death, she would not change, only to feel her sacrifice and devotion were even more sacred.
White Crane Child continued to strike, the one under his hand no longer able to resist, merely having tougher bones, as he was merely grinding away her last breath.
Thus, the child lifted his head and looked towards Li Zhiyuan.
In his gaze, a faint mockery emerged.
Ultimately, you still let that thing escape.
Li Zhiyuan's lips revealed a faint smile.
This smile made both the dying old woman and White Crane Child feel puzzled.
Li Zhiyuan walked over to the edge of the reservoir and crouched sideways.
His left hand reached into the water, scooping up a handful.
His right hand's index finger slowly moved towards his forehead.
