Shen Yanqing said his last words and could no longer hold on, lying back down.
He lay on the cold bluestone floor, his pallid face streaked with bright red blood, looking very much like a begonia flower blown down by the wind, fragile and shattered.
With great effort, he turned to Guan Nan at his side and whispered weakly, "Master Monk, Sangmo... I leave her to you, she has a bad temper... please, be patient... with her."
He gazed at Guan Nan with his bright phoenix eyes, filled with a plea, and only slowly closed his eyelids after Guan Nan solemnly promised.
"Master!!" Sangmo cried out loud.
Shen Yanqing was dead.
His body vanished into thin air the moment he closed his eyes, as if he had never been a part of this world.
As if to signify the eradication of the Ultimate Evil Force, a beam of sunlight suddenly pierced the gloomy sky, exactly where Shen Yanqing's body had disappeared.
The thick fog around them slowly receded, as though everything was gradually getting better.
