What comforted Master Xuan Nan was that Fang Bai's eyes were clear, and he possessed an upright spirit. Although his will to kill had grown heavier in dealing with Misty Rain Tower and Qingcheng Temple, he differentiated clearly between gratitude and grudges, acting honorably and righteously without involving a single innocent person.
From this, it could be seen that Fang Bai was not a wicked person full of malice and cruelty.
"Master, in our battle, you expended too much True Yuan. The lamp of life is short of oil, and I fear that your time may be limited to within this year!"
Fang Bai, looking at Xuan Nan whose face was pale and countenance withered, sighed softly.
"Uncle Master!"
Hearing Fang Bai's words and seeing Xuan Nan did not deny it, Xuan Ku and the other old monks were all shockingly pale, revealing expressions of sorrow.
