Despair, numbness, pain, ...
Ling Feng's body curled up into a ball, suddenly feeling so very tired, so very tired.
Walking all this way, he was already bruised and battered.
Perhaps, he really should take a good rest.
Various memories flashed back in his mind like a lantern, though his life was short, it seemed quite brilliant.
"Is this the end..."
A questioning voice suddenly emerged from the depths of Ling Feng's heart.
"Is it just like this? Are you going to give up?"
Ling Feng's awareness, which had gradually settled down, suddenly surged with a sense of indomitable resolve.
He had endured so much, went through so much, wasn't every time a narrow escape from death, how could he give up now?
No!
I will never give up!
I have yet to find my grandfather!
I haven't reclaimed Mu Qianxue!
I haven't protected the East Spirit Immortal Pond!
And I haven't avenged the blood debts owed by the Sky Patrol Clan for millennia!
I have too many regrets; I cannot die!
