He awoke after failing his tribulation and discovered that he had been refined into a puppet. The one who had made him was the junior apprentice brother he had once protected with his life and trusted more than anyone.
“Senior Brother, your immortal bones are so useful.” The young man smiled and kissed his cold fingertips.
Then one day, the young Daoist Venerable fought the Demon Lord and was on the verge of death. He suddenly broke free of his restraints and stepped in front of the young man, pierced through by a demon blade.
The young Daoist Venerable stared in anguish, clutching him with trembling arms. “Why...?”
His bloodstained fingers brushed the young man's cheek, just as they had all those years ago. “Because... I never practiced the heartless path.”
