"Zhong" had lost the breath of life, which was a choice he had made himself.
Wang Sheng's heart grew even more complex, as Zhong might have seen hope in him, but more so wanted to protect the Spirit Clan.
The first sentence of the message was related to the Spirit Clan, even proactively mentioning the benefits of preserving the Spirit Clan, clearly in fear of his wrath.
"In fact, even if it weren't so, I would never harm the Spirit Clan."
The scales given to him by the Spirit Clan Elders had been of great help, aiding his progress in entering the Spirit World and in crafting talismans, providing him with considerable inspiration.
Zhong must have known this, yet he still made his choice.
"It seems you don't interfere with the Spirit Clan, but is this the path you yearned for?"
What Zhong left in the hands of the Spirit Clan was a hope from six thousand years ago, and an aspiration from one thousand eight hundred years prior.
The hope that someone could truly succeed.
