Chongming suddenly fell silent.

"It was my fault."

After a moment, it spoke slowly, with a hint of sadness in its voice, "It's me, I can't protect you, it's me, I can't help you!"

"Master, if you feel sorry."

The old man extended his hand in a gesture of invitation and said with a smile, "Then why don't you go back by yourself? It would be disrespectful for me to do it myself! Of course, if you have figured it out, then just do the same as me and find your true self.

From now on, you and I, master and disciple, will serve the Lord together?"

Chongming was silent again.

After a while, he spoke again, and his voice had returned to calmness. "There is one thing you said wrong."

"What?"

"Xuan Ming is also dead."

Ji Xuanming.

That was the old man's former name.

"Master."
Chapter completed!