"The Yellow Springs Path... Is this the Yellow Springs Path?"
Yuan Benchu staggered as he looked around in a daze. He was still in a bit of a stupor, muttering under his breath,
"Are we... really all dead?"
No matter how heroic their ambitions, how high their spirits, or how fearless they were of death,
actually setting foot on the Yellow Springs Path still left the four of them feeling dejected. Only Little Liu Bei was slightly better off, being still young.
The other three—Yuan Benchu, Sun Wentai, and Cao Mengde—all felt a profound sense of loss welling up inside them.
Before they could even begin to realize their grand ambitions, everything had turned to nothing in the blink of an eye.
"Shall we go?"
Soul Hook Chains shot down, binding the four souls. Their heroic spirit had vanished, replaced by an intensifying feeling of loss. The Yellow Springs Underworld was right before their eyes.
"So be it, so be it!"
Cao Mengde smiled and patted the short Little Liu Bei's head.
