The white-haired Daoist held a wooden mallet and struck the chime in front of him, his face devoid of sorrow or joy, and said:
"Your Excellency jokes, do you think I can run away just because I wish to?"
"Since you can't escape anyway, why bother trying? It's easier for everyone."
"I'm an old man in the twilight of my years, I've grown up in Lingfeng Temple since I was young, and I haven't cultivated any mana. Dying in Lingfeng Temple would be like falling leaves returning to the roots."
Upon hearing this, Yi Chen grinned, revealing a kind smile:
"Well said, the old Daoist speaks with a true charm. However, it's a pity that you still have to die. Under my hand, the Hawk of the Seas, I never leave enemies alive."
"But since you're so sensible, you can end it yourself."
The white-haired old Daoist didn't directly answer Yi Chen's words, but instead sighed deeply and said:
