Xie Xingchen sat down, his mind in the midst of a raging storm.
Memories that didn't belong to him surged in frantically, roaring and tearing.
"No," his face turned pale, "these aren't Fu Shangqing's memories, they're... the jade's memories!"
Lu Mingshu was shocked: "What?"
Xie Xingchen looked up at the space where tornadoes were howling, but his eyes reflected another world.
It was a vast space, where storms surged and thunder rained down.
Countless people and events flipped before his eyes, a tumultuous torrent of memories competing to flood his mind.
Xie Xingchen clutched his head, unable to help but cry out.
It hurt so much; it felt as if his head were exploding.
"What's wrong with you?" Lu Mingshu grabbed him.
"So many, so many..."
"So many what?"
Xie Xingchen's eyes stared straight ahead, unfocused.
"Destroyed... this world..."
"Hm?"
"All dead..."
