Chapter 1130 - 1073. Meeting The Heavyweight Wei Generals Pt.2
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"You paint a pretty picture, Lie Fan," Xiahou Yuan murmured, leaning his head back against the wall. "But you missed the fundamental truth. I didn’t ride fast because I loved the wind. I rode fast because Cao Mengde needed me to be there. He was the target my arrow was loosed for. Without him..." Xiahou Yuan shrugged his good shoulder casually. "...what is the point of the bow?"
"He is a defeated man. His era is over," Lie Fan pressed, leaning closer to the bars. "Will you throw away your life, your brilliant talent, for a ghost?"
"In a heartbeat," Xiahou Yuan smiled, a chilling, absolute serenity settling over him. He looked at Lie Fan with no hatred, only a profound sense of finality. "I don’t take this seriously anymore, Your Majesty, because my world has already ended. Pledge allegiance? I think I’d rather see what the afterlife looks like. I hear the wine is better, and the company is certainly more familiar. You can’t restring a broken bow, Lie Fan. Don’t waste your breath on me."
Lie Fan held the general’s gaze for a long moment, recognizing the smiling martyr before him. Xiahou Yuan was entirely untethered from the mortal world. He was just waiting for the ferryman.
"Then I wish you a swift journey, Xiahou Yuan," Lie Fan said softly, bowing his head in a gesture of profound martial respect.
"Try not to let Xiahou Dun bite you on your way out," Xiahou Yuan chuckled, closing his eyes and turning his face away, returning to his silent, peaceful wait for death.
Lie Fan stepped away from the cell. The air in the corridor seemed to grow even heavier, thicker. He had faced the unmovable mountain, the raging fire, and the smiling martyr. Now, he had to face the darkest, most terrifying entity in the subterranean levels.
He walked to the very end of the cell block. The cell was pitch black, the torches intentionally kept distant. The smell of damp stone was overpowered by the sour, metallic scent of extreme physical degradation and pure, concentrated hatred.