"Yang Zhen? Yang Zhen?"
Mo Xueling's voice echoed in his ears, and in a haze, Yang Zhen jerked back to consciousness.
With a soft thud, Medicine Madman's body collapsed to the ground, scattering a pile of bones, and even the lingering breath on his body disappeared completely.
"Yang Zhen, are you okay?" Mo Xueling looked curiously at Yang Zhen, her face mixed with bewilderment.
"I'm fine!" Yang Zhen shook his head, bending over to gather Medicine Madman's body together. He moved it to a cliff edge, dug a pit with the Great Missing Sword, and buried it.
"In death, we find peace. Old man, you're lucky to have this Sao Saint's undying brilliance wait for you."
Boom——!
A terrified wave of fire spawned, and Yang Zhen casually waved. The Golden Lotus Heavenly Fire shaped a medium-sized stele on the cliffside, which stood in front of Medicine Madman's grave as Yang Zhen etched his name on it.
