Jiang Fan’s palm felt heavy.
The Jiangshan First-class Building Owner, who charged money even for answering questions, turned out to be the one carrying the entire fate of Taicang State, the entire Central Earth, moving forward in the darkness.
For this, he willingly bore infamy, becoming a traitor in the eyes of Central Earth.
Thinking of his earlier hatred towards him, Jiang Fan felt guilty:
"Building Owner..."
The Jiangshan First-class Building Owner interrupted him, saying, "No need to feel guilty."
"To gain the trust of the Giants, indeed many from the Human Clan have died because of me."
"Those who died under the Wolf Fang Club, I am the one who caused their deaths."
"It is I who should feel guilty..."
A paperman clone of him participated in that great battle, witnessing with his own eyes compatriots dying with hatred under the Wolf Fang Club.
Every Wolf Fang Club he sold to the Giants was stained with the blood of his kin.
It was him who caused the death of so many clan members.
He looked at the blood-colored spear on his chest and at his gradually withering body, saying:
"The fact that I am a traitor will be exposed sooner or later, after all, many things only I could accomplish, it’s not hard to guess."
"If anyone condemns me, please do not defend me."
"Let me be branded as a traitor of the Human Clan, engraved on the pillar of shame."
Jiang Fan gripped the Soul Awakening Divine Nails firmly and said resolutely, "How can that be?"
"You endured humiliation for the sake of Central Earth, and upon death, must you bear the infamy for eternity?"
"This, is unfair!"
The Jiangshan First-class Building Owner’s body became increasingly emaciated, his breath weakened, and even shaking his head became laborious:
"If my identity were clarified, what would the families of those who died under the Wolf Fang Club think?"
"Should they continue to hate me, or should they forgive me?"
Jiang Fan was stunned.
Perhaps everything the Jiangshan First-class Building Owner did was right and beneficial for Central Earth.
But, he also indeed caused the death of many people.
Should the families of those people forgive the Building Owner?
If not forgive, should they hate him? Yet he sacrificed himself for Central Earth.
They would live in contradiction, unable to let go.
The Jiangshan First-class Building Owner’s body swayed, toppling onto Jiang Fan’s lap, holding the spear with a face that could no longer suppress the pain:
"After death all is void, what is the point of being cleared?"
"Let them hate me, my death can bring them solace."
"As for me... one life for three Giant Emperors, I have already gained."
"The last transaction in this lifetime, a profit... I can die without regrets..."
Jiang Fan’s eyes reddened.
He grasped the spear, attempting to pull it out, but it was futile.
He tried using the powder of the Saint Crystal to sprinkle on it, but it only melted a little, far from enough to destroy it.
The Jiangshan First-class Building Owner was already a dry skin and bones, his lips struggling to move:
"Don’t waste your effort, the Giant Emperor’s curse isn’t something you can undo..."
He weakly raised his trembling hand, removed the Space Storage Device, and shakily placed it into Jiang Fan’s hand.
"You must be curious as to why I know the Confucianism’s Paperman Clone Skill?"
"You’ll understand by looking."
Jiang Fan held the Space Storage Device and swept his gaze over it, easily accessing the inside.
The opening spell inside had already been erased by the Building Owner.
As soon as his mind entered, a coffin came into view.
Inside lay the peaceful body of a woman, exuding unparalleled Vast Energy.
Even Xingyuan Venerable of Confucianism would not have such profound Vast Energy.
Jiang Fan immediately realized who it was and exclaimed in shock:
"Is it the Confucian Magic Body of the Twin Sages?"
Back then, the Twin Sages encountered an ambush from several Giant Emperors, their Confucian and Demon souls each controlling a body to escape.
For some reason, the two occupied the wrong bodies.