Hearing Shan Wufeng's words, the bodies of Hai Wubian and Di Wuya shook, disbelief filling their eyes.
"Actually, Fourth Brother knew he was wrong," Tian Wujing said, his eyes reddening as tears began to fall. "He just believed he had done too much wrong, so he sought death with all his heart. He wanted to die by our hands. He wanted us to be the ones to punish him!"
Upon hearing this, Hai Wubian and Di Wuya shuddered again. Neither of them could have ever imagined that this was Shan Wufeng's plan. If they had known, how could they have possibly stabbed him through the heart?
At that moment, their hearts filled with self-blame as tears streamed down their old faces.
"Second Brother, Third Brother, don't blame yourselves," Shan Wufeng spoke again, his voice surprisingly smooth and free of its earlier weakness. It was a final resurgence before death. "This was my plan all along. I could only be at peace if you killed me, your unworthy brother, with your own hands.
