"Kid, I'm just an old relic, dying here doesn't matter. But you, barely twenty, are at the height of transforming into a dragon, riding the winds and clouds. If you die here in this forbidden zone, wouldn't that be a great pity?"
"Moreover, I came here with eight senior brothers a hundred years ago. Before they died, they entrusted words to me, asking me to bring them back to the Buddhist Sect..."
The old monk's acting was really subpar. Although the words should have been sorrowful, they were spoken through gritted teeth.
But Xu Fan, contrary to the old monk's expectation, suddenly became indifferent. He responded coldly and didn't continue the conversation, making the old monk feel like he'd punched a pillow.
