When he failed to overcome the tribulation, he woke up and found that he had been turned into a puppet, and the person who made him was his most trusted junior brother who had risked his life to protect him.
"Senior brother, your immortal bones are so useful." The young man smiled and kissed his cold fingertips.
Until that day, when the young Dao Lord was fighting with the Demon Lord and was on the verge of death, he suddenly broke free and stood in front of the young man, and was pierced by the Demon Blade.
The young Taoist priest's eyes were about to burst, and he hugged him tremblingly: "Why..."
His blood-stained fingers touched the young man's cheek, just like before: "Because... What I cultivate has never been the ruthless way."
