Lin Yan, in a daze, finally understood.
From the Saint Master's first words to this moment, he seems more and more like an old man.
At first, he referred to himself as "this seat."
Later, he called himself "the old man."
Now, he refers to himself as "I."
Initially, Lin Yan felt that as they conversed, the relationship between the two seemed increasingly close.
But now it seems, it's simply because the Saint Master is getting weaker.
This contemporary Saint Master wishes to meet the Master of All Generations in the most dignified manner possible!
However, he is gradually unable to maintain the majesty of the Saint Master, and further on, he cannot even maintain the dignity of an elder.
Until now, he is completely lying on the sickbed, about to take his last breath.
"That scum consumed my Primordial Spirit."
