"Although it's missing a section, your prowess is still extremely strong. As the trump card, I will use you last..."
The black-clad elder smiled meaningfully, then reached out his hand to lovingly pat the head of the black-clad young boy.
The black-clad young boy closed his eyes, murmuring to himself, "Master, thanks to meeting you, I've become like a normal person..."
The black-clad elder sighed.
"I merely borrowed from predecessors' wisdom to offer the Eternal Frost Heart Art as a gift, allowing you to gradually calm down from savage slaughter and find clarity in your true self..."
"Master, I have an impression of that person you mentioned. You've been searching for him all these years. Did you find him?"
The black-clad young boy asked.
"Perhaps he's already dead..."
The black-clad elder's eyes dimmed as he lowered his head, feeling saddened.
"Master, I have a feeling that something seems to be following us..."
