Zeng Minqing's face was ashen, and from his complexion, it seemed devoid of life. Zeng Wuji held her, tears streaming down his aged face.
"Heavens! What have I done wrong, that you punish me so cruelly, forcing me to kill my own child with my own hands?"
Zeng Wuji roared towards the sky.
"Zeng Wuji, do you still not realize your mistake?"
"Amitabha," Jiang Yuren chanted with a Buddhist incantation, "As you sow, so shall you reap. All of this is due to your mistakes. The sea of suffering is boundless; turn back, and there is the shore. Zeng Wuji, you should have an awakening."
"What should I awaken to! I regret that I didn't kill you at the beginning!" Zeng Wuji had descended into madness; all his children were dead, how could he let Jiang Yuren live in this world?
