Zhang Siqian’s reply was soft, without much emotional fluctuation, yet it made Wang Zhifan’s heart heavy, plunging him into an unspeakable silence.

"A speck of dust from the era falls upon ordinary people like a mountain..."

This thought involuntarily came to his mind, beginning to understand the meaning of the phrase.

Strictly speaking, Zhang Siqian wasn’t a truly ordinary person in this world.

He joined the Confucian sect from a young age, achieving Postnatal Sixth Layer cultivation at a young age, living a smooth and happy life and marriage, much better than many civilians without Postnatal Cultivation who lived unsatisfactory lives.

But obviously, in the catastrophe of the Demon Realm invasion, his plight was no different from those of the lower class civilians, perhaps even more unlucky, as his entire family was harmed by the demons leaving only him alive, thus making his madness understandable.

"Mr. Wang, thank you for saving me earlier, but unfortunately, I have nothing left to repay you... I still have some things to do, so I’ll take my leave."

Seeing Wang Zhifan not speaking for a moment, Zhang Siqian, looking disheveled and mad, prepared to turn around and leave, holding the nicked Longsword in his hand, intending to fight the demons in the ruins of Shuqiu City desperately.

From his words, it could be inferred that he had guessed it was Wang Zhifan who saved him earlier, sparing him from the Demon General, yet he still didn’t care, indifferent to his own life.

"Zhang Siqian! Isn’t living well?! If your deceased family members saw you like this now, they would be even sadder!"

Behind him, Wang Zhifan raised his voice, knowing such a person couldn’t be persuaded, but still couldn’t help shouting.

Upon hearing Wang Zhifan’s words, Zhang Siqian slowly halted his steps.

He didn’t turn back, but a slightly deathly hoarse voice still came from the front: 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Mr. Wang, for me, there’s no difference between living and dying... I only wish to avenge my parents and wife, then reunite with them underground..."

After speaking, he stepped forward again, heading towards the scent-laden ruins, his steps as resolute as before.

At this point, normally, Wang Zhifan wouldn’t need to interfere with others anymore; everyone has their own destiny and choices, and others have no right to forcibly intervene.

But Wang Zhifan felt uneasy, choosing not to leave silently.

He stood still, staring at the man wanting to die ahead, perceiving his physical state, finding it really as he said, close to death.

From his body, Wang Zhifan sensed various tumultuous strengths, forcibly stimulated by drugs to their limits, foreign power infused externally, and rough techniques exploiting all his potential.

These chaotic and wild substances combined to turn the once gentle scholar into a madman, with the only benefit being his strength slightly increased, but not sufficiently; he didn’t break through from Postnatal Sixth Layer to Innate level.

"Indeed, he’s ready to reunite with his family... Unexpectedly, after a few months, I’m witnessing the first NPC death I know... Truly unexpected."

Upon pondering, Wang Zhifan calmly followed him, intending to accompany his friend in his final journey, even if only as an observer.

Soon, Zhang Siqian encountered another group of demons, likely drawn by the previous commotion, numbering around thirty, but none as powerful as the Demon General.

Thus, a new battle erupted in the ruins, with Zhang Siqian fearlessly demonstrating incredible bravery; his blood aura erupted, and the nicked Longsword wielded like a tempest, fighting against over thirty ferocious demons, barely eliminating all enemies despite multiple injuries.

But by this point, his severely overdrawn body could no longer hold up, staggering a few steps before collapsing onto the ground, gasping for breath, seemingly wishing to rest briefly before continuing a dignified death in battle.

Seeing this, Wang Zhifan emerged from the nearby dilapidated building, saying:

"Mr. Zhang, your body is nearing its limit; the sword is extremely dull; continuing to fight means death is imminent."

Zhang Siqian felt somewhat surprised by Wang Zhifan’s reappearance but sensed his friend’s concern, resulting in a slightly terrifying smile amidst the bulging veins on his face, laughingly responding:

"Haha! Mr. Wang, death for me is a form of release! Please witness my final vengeance!"

After finishing, he pulled out a small gourd from his bloody and dusty clothes, ready to bite off the stopper to gulp it down.

"Again with the strong medicine? I dare say drinking this will result in instant death!"

Wang Zhifan couldn’t bear to watch any longer, promptly employing the power of ice to stop his potion drinking.

Because his perception told him Zhang Siqian’s current body was at its limit, consuming stimulative medicine would result in immediate death, rendering any final vengeance impossible.

However, Wang Zhifan was not keen on forcibly saving people either; after explaining his reason for prevention, he quickly offered a more effective final revenge plan, leaving Zhang Siqian, halted with displeasure, eyes full of bloodshot confusion.