"Goodbye!"
Lin Fan waved his hand, bidding farewell to this Demon Path Immortal King who once roamed freely in the Immortal Realm. Don't blame me for this; it's simply a matter of skills not being on par—nothing could be done about it.
He watched as Mo Wandao shattered into pieces, finally merging back into the source of the Grand Dao.
A sense of melancholy arose.
Thousands of years spent cultivating.
Only to end up being slain by a young, handsome righteous cultivator. If he had known this would be the result, maybe he wouldn't have worked so hard, wouldn't have come here at all.
What's the value of that Reincarnation Soul compared to my precious little life?
Wonder if he dropped anything good.
After all, he was an Immortal King Realm powerhouse.
Not some weakling I casually stomped on.
At the very least, he should've left behind one or two worthwhile items.
Lin Fan quietly waited.
After a brief moment.
Sigh!
