"The master is here." Feng Xiu raised an eyebrow, put away his fishing rod, and stood up. "I thought the master would be away for a long time."
Ying Zijin paused: "Xiao Xiu, you—"
"Master, birth, aging, illness, and death are the natural course of life." Feng Xiu could naturally sense the changes in his body. He smiled faintly, interrupting her words, "If it weren't for your appearance, I wouldn't have lived this long."
He appeared relieved, with not a trace of complaint: "Meeting the master in this life is already my great fortune."
Ying Zijin was silent for a while, then spoke: "You might have been better off without meeting me."
"It was the master who saved me back then. Without meeting the master, I would have perished in my childhood." Feng Xiu laughed again. "Though I am approaching old age and have only a few years left."
"But as long as I am here, I will protect this Ancient Martial World and ensure that your efforts don't end up in vain."
