However, as for their departure, Qin Feiyang was utterly oblivious.
"Old Feng…"
"Bear King senior…"
"You won't die…"
He was clutching the top-grade healing pills, stuffing them into the mouths of the Black Bear King and Feng Cheng in succession, as if only by consuming enough of these pills could they be revived.
Fatty, watching from the side, was growing frantic. The Bear King's head had shattered. Feng Cheng's heart had burst. It was obvious there was no hope left. He wanted to offer solace but didn't know how to begin.
Shi Zheng also remained silent, his head bowed. He hadn't expected this outwardly tough young man to have such a vulnerable side.
Suddenly, Feng Cheng shakily extended his old hand, seizing Qin Feiyang's wrist, and said with a weak, intermittent laugh, "Lad, I didn't expect to see you one last time before I die." As he spoke, he coughed up blood.
Qin Feiyang hurriedly said, "Old Feng, please don't talk."
