It was clearly a scene of harmony, yet this elder did not appear kindly, but rather like a battle-worn old general, with a lingering sharpness that the twilight of life could not conceal.
"You've grown very fast, but too fast."
A calm yet stern voice resonated, but Baiyi could sense that the Sword Saint did not oppose the Divine Abomination.
Perhaps for this Federation, as long as there is rationality, then the attribute of power is not that crucial. This is evident from the Di Feng family, who without hesitation let their own heir inherit the body of a Necromancer.
They had to deal with... the Ancient Gods!
"Lord Sword Saint, I've come this time with a few questions."
"Speak."
The Sword Saint didn't open his eyes; perhaps... he no longer had the strength to do so.
"Can a Sage create a Forbidden Level potion that can save you?"
"No."
Baiyi was somewhat disappointed. Unable to break through, unable to heal, his power fading away... It seemed he could only wait for death....
