"Chenfeng, I've always said not to underestimate us old folks. Now you know I'm still as sharp as ever, right?" As the second metal needle pierced Wu Guotian's heart, he felt a sharp pain. Turning his head, he tried to keep his voice calm, knowing that today was truly the day he would die.
"Old Wu, I know you're tough. Let's hurry on now!" Ye Chenfeng hadn't noticed anything wrong with Wu Guotian.
Wu Guotian shook his head, his complexion growing paler, and said with a trembling voice, "When one gets old, one can no longer keep going. I've spent my whole life busy for Huaxia Country; it's time for me to stop and rest. Chenfeng, would you promise me one thing?"
