At the moment of closing his eyes, many things flashed through Bi Kai's mind.
His youthful pride, the spirited vigor in wielding a sword to rid evil, the curiosity upon entering this realm, the like-mindedness upon first meeting friends...
All these disappeared like running water, and finally froze just like the river in winter.
He thought about his broken sword.
It was buried in some corner of the prairie, perhaps the dirt over its grave had long been trampled flat, or perhaps covered by a layer of snow.
He thought about Gao Yao buried not far from the hut.
His corpse was surely completely cold, as hard as the land of this extreme north.
This, too, is good, at least it won't decay this winter.
Lastly, Bi Kai thought about himself.
His pride had long settled with the grind of pain, transforming the rebellious aura on his face into an indomitable spirit within.
When he lost his Martial Arts and buried his brothers, he also buried the former self along with them.
