He had no home, but he had friends.
Li Hao sighed softly in his heart, feeling regret and guilt.
He could no longer accompany Feng to fish, nor had he managed to help Qianqian refine her swordsmanship to step into the realm of Grandmaster. That young girl had followed him through thick and thin, enduring much hardship.
And the little white fox, that little guy would have to find his own food from now on.
Erye, Daye... Yuan Zhao...
Li Hao sighed softly again, feeling the chill in the darkness disappear, his consciousness growing weaker and weaker.
Was it because he was about to die that he could no longer feel anything?
Li Hao's consciousness kept sinking.
But as he fell deeper and deeper, suddenly, there seemed to be a warm sensation emerging from his "chest."
Li Hao, whose consciousness was about to fade into slumber, gradually became alert again.
