I Suppressed Demons for a Hundred Years. Why Are You Crying Now That I've Left the Sect?

After suppressing the forbidden lands of the Otherworldly Demons for a hundred years, he returns as a cripple.

Despised by his sect, hated by everyone.

He endured it all in his previous life.

Reborn in this life, he leaves the sect.

“Why are you crying?”

“No, you don't regret what you did to me. You only regret that you're about to die.”

A gentle breeze stirs.

Silver hair flutters.

He stands in the breeze, unsure which way to go.

Having suddenly gained his freedom, he finds himself haunted by a hollow loneliness.

“I want to live for myself? But how am I supposed to live?”

He quietly asks himself...

As he gazes at the last sliver of blood-red sunset...