When the perpetrator raised his butcher's knife, a shining knife of judgment hung over his head.

Xue Lingqiao suddenly realized that revenge was meaningless to him. For Noble, without blood, he can only linger on, lying motionless, maybe a year, two years, maybe ten years, he will come to the end of his life in the most tragic way.

He took one last look at the aging Noble, and left without hesitation.