"Everyone, please leave. Today marks the end of past ties. Even if you regret it in the future and seek me for an introduction, I'm afraid there won't be another chance."
The cool night breeze blew in from outside the stone gate as the people quietly filed out in single file.
The Seventh Grade Artifact Refiner paused slightly, asking, "Why won't there be a chance? Are you planning to ascend?"
"No, I'm going to die." Mist Dragon knew the secrets of heaven should not be leaked, so he explained patiently, "After I die, I won't walk in this world again. Once you cross this mountain gate, our shallow bond ends completely, and you won't see me again. I hope you reconsider."
The other party frowned slightly, "He's gone mad, saying such things. When a cultivator dies, their path disappears. Don't listen to people talking nonsense. Dead is dead, and there's nothing left! We're at least acquaintances; I advise the Mountain Master to think it over."
