An aged body trembled violently.
After Ian's death, his "spiritual control" over his disciple Hu Po was also lifted... The bloody scent stimulated Hu Po, and he clearly understood what waking up meant.
But now, he could no longer hear, see, or speak.
Even his own spirit could not be conveyed.
"Mr. Hu Po..."
Gu Shen sighed softly in his heart. He flicked a spark of Chi Huo, sending it into Hu Po's forehead, sharing what he saw with this "poor soul" with few days left.
Ian died, burdened with immense guilt, falling into the pool of blood.
No one lifted a hand to kill him.
What killed him was his own greed.
Dying in such a way might seem cheap for him, but for someone who tried so hard to live a few more years, such a death was suffocating, the most painful.
He could sense Hu Po's uncontrollable excitement in his Spirit Sea at that moment!
