I fulfilled the female supporting role's wish and I succeeded

Qiao Wanwan stepped forward, gently wrapping her arm around Li Xiangyi's shoulders, silently comforting him. She could sense the grief within him. This seemingly indestructible man possessed a tender spot deep within. He had never considered killing Shan Gudao, despite the unbridgeable chasm between them. Qiao Wanwan knew that Li Xiangyi still harbored a sense of brotherly love for his senior brother, but fate had twisted them to their current situation.

"It's all over." Qiao Wanwan's voice was soft, yet it carried a soothing force. She gently patted Li Xiangyi's back, as if comforting a wounded child. Li Xiangyi said nothing, simply resting his head on Qiao Wanwan's shoulder. He needed a shoulder to lean on, to bear the sudden sadness and helplessness. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force back the tears, but a few drops still slipped, soaking Qiao Wanwan's clothes.

At this moment, Fang Duobing came over, carrying Feng Yin. He pushed Feng Yin to the ground fiercely, and Feng Yin fell to the ground in a mess with a dull thud. Fang Duobing glared at him, the sword in his hand pointed directly at Feng Yin, and he wished he could immediately cut this culprit into pieces.

"Speak! What else do you have to say?" Fang Duobing roared. He couldn't understand what Feng Yin had done. This man could be so cruel for his own ambition.

Feng Yin was restrained by several people, but he still looked as if it was a matter of course. He struggled to get up, but Fang Duobing stepped on his chest.

"Li Xiangyi is a descendant of the Nanyin royal family and should lead us to restore our country!" There was a hint of madness in Feng Yin's words, and his eyes were full of fanaticism, as if everything he did was for justice.

"What are you dreaming about!" Fang Duobing shouted angrily. "Ten years ago, you almost killed him, and you still have the nerve to say this now!" Fang Duobing grew angrier and angrier, wishing he could finish him off with a sword. He couldn't tolerate Feng Yin's shamelessness; this man was simply a lunatic.

"Did a dog eat your brain?" Fang Duobing roared again. The sword in his hand trembled slightly, and it was possible that it would pierce Feng Yin's throat at any time.

Feng Yin was enraged by Fang Duobing's words, his expression turned ferocious, and he struggled to break free from the restraints, but to no avail.

"I'm not wrong! I did all this for Nan Yin!" He crawled towards Li Xiangyi, his eyes full of fanaticism and persistence.

"Young Master, I'm sorry. I hope you can lead us to accomplish our great cause together!" Feng Yin's tone was pleading and fanatical. He seemed to have fallen into his own fantasy and couldn't extricate himself.

Qiao Wanwan looked at the heartbroken Li Xiangyi, her mind racing. She knew that Li Xiangyi's identity as a member of the Nanyin royal family must not be exposed, otherwise it would lead to even greater trouble. Feng Yin must not leave here alive. She couldn't kill him openly, but she could silence him forever.

Feng Yin crawled towards Li Xiangyi on his knees, muttering to himself, "Young Master, Young Master, please forgive me, I have found the wrong person." He had completely lost his mind and was like a madman.

Qiao Wanwan stretched out her hand and gently blocked Feng Yin seemingly unintentionally. Her movements were very gentle, as if she was just helping him tidy up his clothes.

A pure mental power flowed along her fingertips and directly into Feng Yin's mind. This mental power was like a sharp blade, instantly disrupting Feng Yin's sea of ​​consciousness.

Feng Yin's sea of ​​consciousness was destroyed in an instant, and he became crazy, repeating over and over again: "I was wrong, I was wrong..." His eyes were dull, and he no longer had the arrogance and arrogance he had before. He was like a puppet, losing all his independent consciousness.

Qiao Wanwan withdrew her hand, still with a gentle smile on her face, as if nothing had happened. She looked at the madman in front of her without a trace of pity in her heart.

Fang Duobing looked at the crazy Feng Yin, feeling somewhat puzzled, but he did not ask any further questions. He just felt that this madman had finally received the punishment he deserved.

They carefully placed Shan Gudao's body into the coffin, moving so gently as if they were afraid of disturbing his sleep.

Li Xiangyi personally held the shovel and covered the coffin with soil one shovel at a time, with a heavy sigh with each shovel.

Qiao Wanwan watched silently from the side, her eyes full of compassion, for this former swordsman and for Li Xiangyi's fate.

Fang Duobing also helped to carry the stones. Although he was angry at what Shan Gudao had done, he felt helpless at this moment.

They chose to place Shan Gudao's grave next to Master Li Xiangyi's grave. The two graves stood side by side, looking particularly desolate.

The tombstone is engraved with Shan Gudao's name. The strokes are vigorous and powerful, but also carry a hint of unspeakable sadness.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the tombstones, covering the entire hillside in a dim yellow, making it look even more desolate.

The wind blew gently, bringing with it bursts of whimpering sounds, as if mourning for the lost lives.

Li Xiangyi stood in front of the two graves, staring at them for a long time. His eyes were filled with complex emotions, including sadness, helplessness, and deep self-blame.

Qiao Wanwan walked to his side, gently held his hand, and silently gave him comfort and support.

Li Xiangyi looked at the two new graves side by side in front of him, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He turned to look at Fang Duobing, his tone carrying a barely perceptible sadness: "Fang Xiaobao, kowtow to your master and his uncle."

Fang Duobing was stunned for a moment, then reacted. He respectfully walked to the two graves, knelt down, kowtowed earnestly several times, and murmured, "Master, Grandmaster, I, Fang Duobing, pay my respects to you."

Qiao Wanwan walked over to Li Xiangyi and gently held his hand. Feeling the coolness of his palm, she asked softly, "Xiangyi, what are your plans next?"

Li Xiangyi looked up into the distance, his eyes filled with determination. "First, let's go back to Baichuanyuan to see our old friends and make arrangements to wipe out Wanshengdao." He paused, then looked at Di Feisheng beside him, a playful smile on his face. "What about Ah Fei? What are your plans?"

Di Feisheng snorted coldly, with a hint of disdain in his tone: "Don't forget what you promised me. Sooner or later, we will have a fair fight."

Li Xiangyi patted Di Feisheng's shoulder with a hint of encouragement in his eyes: "Then you should work hard and catch up with me as soon as possible, so that you have a chance to defeat me."

Di Feisheng raised his eyebrows and said nothing, but his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

Qiao Wanwan looked at the two of them and sighed helplessly in her heart. These two people were really natural enemies.