"Stop acting like a little kid," said Ke Yunhai, the love in his eyes growing even deeper. "Concentrate wholeheartedly on your cultivation. It's a good thing! I just wish… that you had started acting like this a bit sooner.
"Alright, go. The Demon Immortal Pagoda opens in three days. If you can get some of what you want, then it won't have been in vain that I got them to open it for you." He gave Meng Hao a deep look.
Meng Hao bowed his head, then clasped his hands. Clutching the beastskin bag in his hand, he left, taking his melancholy and other complex emotions with him.
As he watched Meng Hao leave, Ke Yunhai's face was no longer ruddy, but pale white. More wrinkles appeared, and the death aura surrounding him grew stronger. It seemed as if his flame of life could be snuffed out at any moment.
