"Girl, after I died, you cremated me and scattered my ashes in this South Wuzhen Sea. In this way, this old man can drift around with the sea and take a good look at the outside world."
"Okay, okay." Zhao Ling looked at him with tears in her eyes, she didn't know what to say other than the nodding of her head.
"Girl, I really want to eat your grilled fish again." Duan old man smiled, with a little yearning in his eyes, and then slowly closed his eyes.
"Old man! Old man!" Zhao Ling knelt on top of Duan old man, sobbing.
Yin Zhan was dead, and the four guardians also died one after another. After Wuchen died, a large number of Wuji sects also burst their heads and died. After one night, the power of the Promise Sect has been disintegrated.
According to Old Man Duan's last words, Zhao Ling and Meng Yuan cremated his body, and then brought his ashes back to the warship.
