The phantom clutched its head, seemingly in immense pain, as the cloaked old man had brutally killed him.
He despised his own weakness and helplessness, and he hated that he could only watch himself be killed.
But at the same time, he didn't want others to follow in his footsteps, so he developed an obsession, guarding this place and forbidding anyone to approach...
As long as no one else comes near, they won't be killed, and they can live under the sunlight instead of ending up like him, a wandering spirit.
All of the phantom's thoughts were reflected in Xia Mian's mind.
Xia Mian couldn't help but be moved.
The phantom in front of her was in a miserable state, reduced to a soul body filled with overwhelming resentment. Yet even so, he still harbored good intentions, hoping that others wouldn't abandon their lives here as he did...
