The Grey-clothed Venerable before her looked cautious, and there was a glimmer of expectation in his eyes.
Suddenly, three black lines appeared on Mu Ruyue's forehead. She coughed lightly twice and said, "My matters are already settled. Next, let's talk about yours."
"My matters?"
The Grey-clothed Venerable was taken aback and asked in confusion.
"That's right," Mu Ruyue nodded, "If I'm not mistaken, your body is already failing, like an oil lamp running dry. Managing to hold on until today is already quite difficult."
Hearing these words, the Grey-clothed Venerable gave a bitter smile. "Over the years, for her sake, I've worried myself sick, and it's worn my body down. If I can't make a breakthrough, I'm afraid my life won't last much longer..."
As long as one hasn't reached the final step, life is not infinite.
