Gao Yuanzhao's body trembled violently as a bone-chilling cold spread from the depths of his heart.
He had thought the sect would at least acquiesce, perhaps even offer some assistance. He never expected to be so decisively cast aside.
'Over thirty years of diligent service, countless merits and hardships... and it all amounts to less than a bit of potential pressure from the Government Office?'
Looking at Lu Qingsong's placid face, the last glimmer of hope in Gao Yuanzhao's heart was completely extinguished.
After a desolate smile, Gao Yuanzhao's voice was filled with endless bleakness:
"I... I understand. Having been in the sect for over thirty years, I know full well that on this journey, I will not escape death, regardless of success or failure. I ask for nothing else, only that the Sect Leader, for the sake of our past connection, might one day recover my bones and give them a proper burial.
