Thousands of miles away, Ghost Lomon.
Two candles were lit in the dark stone chamber, and in the middle of the stone chamber sat the chief culprit of this continental turmoil, Long Zhenchuan!
Compared with a few days ago, Long Zhenchuan's figure was half thinner, and there was a dark color on his cheeks.
Suddenly, the two candle lanterns began to flicker and flicker to the lowest point, about to go out.
Long Zhenchuan's body trembled slightly, his shoulders moved, and with a "pop" sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Qing, Qingfeng." Long Zhenchuan called softly. This time, he did not remove the blood from the corner of his mouth. His originally fierce eyes were full of exhaustion!
"Master, what's wrong with you!" Long Qingfeng came in from outside the door. Looking at the blood stains on the ground and Long Zhenchuan's dejected state, his face was full of shock, and he hurriedly stepped forward to help.
"Qing Feng, my time is coming..." Long Zhenchuan's eyes showed a trace of death.
"Master, isn't there still one year left? How could it be..." Long Qingfeng looked at his mentor who taught him cultivation since he was a child, with a touch of ordinary reluctance in his eyes.
Long Zhenchuan shook his head slightly and said weakly: "I was injured in the battle with Bai Pengkun. My body can no longer hold on..."
"Master, you won't die. Bai Jinyi's pair of bitches will come with the source of fire soon. By then, Ziyun will be the world of our Ghost Luomen!" Long Qingfeng held Long Zhenchuan's hand tightly, There was a bit of unwillingness in his mouth.
A smile appeared on Long Zhenchuan's lips. No one knew the condition of his body better than himself.
The other palm slowly raised, and he waved slowly towards Long Qingfeng, his blood-stained lips squirming slightly.
"Master, tell me." Long Qingfeng hurriedly leaned down and put his ear to Long Zhenchuan's lips.
"I know that you have been looking for your parents all these years..." Long Zhenchuan's voice was extremely weak, as if his body had been exhausted.
The rough palm of his hand pressed against Long Qingfeng's cheek. Long Zhenchuan's eyes showed a rare look of love, and he said intermittently: "I am your father..."
"Master, master..." Long Qingfeng suddenly raised his head and looked at Long Zhenchuan in shock.
He couldn't imagine that his father, the relative he had been searching for for so many years, was actually his extremely harsh master since he was a child!
"My cultivation... take it. The future of Ghost Lobster is yours. This time... you must succeed..." Long Zhenchuan's voice floated intermittently into Long Qingfeng's ears.
As for the latter, he shed tears for the second time since he could remember. The first time was when he was five years old, but that time, Long Zhenchuan slapped him hard and scolded him.
Since that time, Long Qingfeng has not shed any tears.
"Father..." Long Qingfeng hugged Long Zhenchuan's upper body tightly into his arms.
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"Master, the things are ready."
Within the space, Heifeng Tianzong came to Ye Yuxi with an excited look on his face, holding two exquisite black daggers in his hands.
Ye Yuxi's soul-eating blade was damaged in the battle with the third elder. Nearly a month has passed since Baifu Station, and everyone is about to arrive near Qilong Valley.
The sword in Tianzong's hand was Long Fei's sword before, but for Ye Yuxi, the sword was a bit too long, so Ye Yuxi asked Heifeng Tianzong to help smelt it.
"Thank you." Ye Yuxi took the two daggers. When he saw the structure of the daggers, a flash of light flashed in Ye Yuxi's eyes.