The ashes drifted away with the wind, and Cheng Ye watched them, standing in a daze for a long while before coming to his senses.
The more sources of infection he came into contact with, the more he realized that many things silently deviated from the dry descriptions in the Inspector's Handbook, shattering the stereotypes constructed by words.
Such as the Fusion Body, and Wish Grass.
It's hard to describe the feeling, but Cheng Ye felt a heaviness in his heart.
He truly couldn't imagine how long that short man must have prepared himself psychologically to dare personally steep the Wish Grass in hot water, willingly embracing the parasitic death that awaited.
All just to bring back the Extraordinary Ore and the Big Golden Cup, fulfilling the wishes of everyone in the squad.
Perhaps, he could have made it back.
But he didn't gamble on it; instead, he chose the safest and least error-prone way.
Just, it's a bit of a pity.
