However——
Zhang Jing was utterly powerless to fulfil the old man's dying wish.
Because the little boy was already dead.
As for why the elder cultivator was incognizant of this,
Zhang Jing speculated that perhaps he was too close to death to sense it, or maybe he already knew but was unwilling to accept reality.
Sigh——
Zhang Jing let out a faint sigh.
And then couldn't wait to start a perennially popular activity in the world of the Immortal Way.
"Though this magic artifact of flying sword is a bit tattered, it's still in good shape. I'd best collect it."
"Silver? Does a cultivator still need to carry silver? I'll take it away."
"These two knives don't seem to be magic artifacts, but they are quite sharp. I might as well collect them for now."
"Hm? This is..." Zhang Jing's movement suddenly halted, his gaze fixed tightly on a light grey beast hide bag at the black-clothed man's waist. He hesitated slightly, "A storage bag?!"
He had seen this object quite a few times.
