"You may all withdraw."
Zhao Qingzhou turned his gaze to the Flying Eagle Forbidden Guard, gently waved his hand, his tone gentle yet carrying undeniable authority, "Let me have a chat with the Martial Master."
"Yes." The Flying Eagle Forbidden Guards exchanged a look, although reluctant, they could only comply and then turned to leave.
Zhao Qingzhou looked at Ning Xunqiu and smiled, "Martial Master, I've lived long enough. For ordinary people, the Innate Realm grants merely a lifespan of a hundred and fifty years at most, even for Martial Artists in the Innate, True Gang Realm, it is no different."
"Yet, I have lived for eight hundred years."
Pausing for a moment, Zhao Qingzhou's gaze intensified:
"I am near death, the enemy you spoke of years ago, where exactly are they? Let me, with my decaying old body, clear the path for you, making my final contribution."
Ning Xunqiu was startled for a moment, then smiled, "You still remember."
