Wang Jingyuan stared at the man in shock. After all her hard work to treat his wounds and bring him back to life, he was still going to die? The man chuckled at her despairing expression. To him, who had traversed the martial arts world his entire life and seen so many people die at their prime, life and death no longer mattered. In his eyes, Wang Jingyuan was very innocent and naïve.
"From the day I created the Song of the Phoenix, I had known such a day would come. Such is the life of a martial arts knight; you might be at the top of the world one day, but the next you might be nothing more than dust." The man said calmly. "Do not despair, Miss Wang. If anything, you've given me a few more days to enjoy my time on this earth. It's better than nothing."
