"Chu Feng... My time is running out..."
Elder Wen's breathing became much heavier, as if an invisible pair of ghostly hands were clutching his neck, threatening to cut off his breath at any moment.
"This, this jade, is the treasured jade of the Wen family. Should you encounter a person surnamed Wen possessing this jade one day, please take care of them…" Before he could finish, Elder Wen's eyes slowly shut and his head drooped powerlessly.
A Swordman of the Supreme Sword God Level had thus passed away, bidding farewell to the world forever.
"Elder Wen..."
Chu Feng cried out in heart-wrenching grief, tears blurring his eyes. Regrettably, his abilities were limited, and he could not save Elder Wen's life.
He took the treasured jade from Elder Wen's hand, which bore intricate patterns.
