"I..."
The Kuye Sword Master couldn't help but cover his eyes, truly unable to look.
When evening came, after Song Yan's busy day, he called Song Yan back again, earnestly saying, "Xiuhu, your talent shouldn't be wasted here. The past is bygone, and the future... is what you should cherish."
Song Yan looked at him with clear eyes and said, "Teacher, I have already thought it through. If you can remain at the Crimson Palace Realm, dedicating your life to the younger generation of the Sword Sect, why can't I?"
Kuye Sword Master said, "That's because..."
His lips moved, thinking of his imminent demise, so he did not continue with "I have erysipelas," but instead sighed long, then smiled and said, "Stay if you wish, after all, this garden needs someone to tend to it.
Otherwise, if this old man leaves one day, many experiences... will be gone just like that.
Rather than finding several disciples in the end, might as well you.
