Sun Yunling was without regret, willingly sacrificing all his vitality to the Hidden Kill Hall Master, his body rapidly aging and withering as visible to the naked eye.
He knew he was nearing death, but that was unimportant; what mattered was giving the one he loved a chance to be resurrected; as long as his master acted, nothing was impossible.
When Sun Yunling collapsed to the ground like a skeletal corpse, the broken jade pendant he held tightly in his hand still wasn't relinquished, no matter how close to death he was, Sun Yunling still regarded it as more important than his own life.
"Meng, we will be able to meet again soon." Sun Yunling lay on the ground, a faint smile playing on his gaunt and fearsome face as his eyes gradually grew dim and the last trace of his vitality was drawn into that bronze coffin.
