Qin Xuan picked up the jade slip.
He had thought it might be some kind of treasure, but upon closer inspection, he discovered it contained the last words of Li Cang.
"Young friend Qin Xuan, when you see these words, it means that I am already dead."
"It is a great regret that I failed to possess your body.
I joined the Holy Sect thirty years ago. I have met prodigies who cultivated faster than you and taught Demon Disciples more brilliant than you.
But the impression you gave me was more stunning than all of them combined.
To be honest, I secretly set many traps for you... you could say I used every trick in the book, but I never expected you to dodge every single one!
When a man is about to die, his words are good; when a bird is about to die, its cry is mournful.
Let me tell you a secret. My real surname is not Li, but Mo. I joined the Holy Sect even earlier than the likes of Zheng Qi and Wang Jian.
