The golden bell transformed into a streak of golden light and vanished into Ye Wushuang's forehead.
Ye Wushuang landed beside the old village chief and hastily channeled a stream of Tai Chi Power into him.
Tai Chi Power possessed miraculous healing properties that could help with the old village chief's injuries.
"There's no need. These old bones don't have much time left."
But the old village chief offered a wan smile, refusing Ye Wushuang's treatment. He had already used his heart's blood to activate the Scepter.
Heart's blood was the very source of his life. Once lost, a person's life was like an oil lamp with its flame extinguished.
"Grandpa Chief!"
Hearing this, Xiaoxiao threw herself into the old village chief's arms and began to wail.
The other villagers' eyes also grew red and bloodshot.
"Don't cry. Death is nothing to be afraid of. Everyone must die someday."
The old village chief spoke serenely, having already seen through the veil of life and death.
