Lin Tang looked confident.
Number One closed his eyes. "Cultivators are a thing of the past. It's no longer possible for anyone in the mortal realm to ascend to immortality. Further words are useless. You can kill me now."
"Alright, I'll grant you that," Lin Tang said, extending a finger toward Number One's forehead. His heart had already been refined by Lin Tang, so even with his extreme perception of danger, he was powerless to resist or evade.
"Wait! I'm willing to share one of my Cultivation Techniques with you," Number One blurted out.
"Oh? Ready to take my orders now?"
"Not at all. I just wish to leave behind a legacy for my sect. In the future... if you find someone suitable for this technique, I hope you will pass it on to them."
Number One's tone carried a profound sorrow, his eyes filled with indelible memories.
