The elderly man became incredibly agitated at this moment, struggling to open his eyes wide, wanting to see the newcomer's face clearly.
However, his blinded eyes could not make out anything no matter what.
Feng Jiu slowly stepped forward, placing her hand gently on the old man's shoulder, a warm flow of air entering his body as if attempting to halt his aging.
But her brow quickly furrowed; the old man's body was already devoid of any signs of life, his time had come.
Yet, the old man chuckled carelessly, "Your Majesty's power is still the same as before, just as warm."
It seemed to awaken memories of the distant past, when he was still a half-grown boy, who became a wandering orphan after the death of his parents.
For a little monster like him, surviving in such chaotic times was extremely difficult, often fluctuating between fullness and starvation, regularly risking his life for a bit of food.
