Mo Hua glanced at the Second Elder, and indeed saw his withered form gradually darkening, his limbs dissipating bit by bit.
Is he dying?
Mo Hua shook his head.
Since that's the case, this grievance can be put to rest.
Most things in the world are a mix of good and bad.
This Second Elder, though he did try to scheme against me, also let me taste something I had never experienced before.
I am magnanimous and will not hold it against him.
"You can die slowly on your own..."
Mo Hua turned to leave, but was suddenly stopped by the Second Elder:
"Little Divine Venerable..."
Mo Hua turned his head and asked him, "Do you still have something to say?"
A frightening thought floated in his mind. The Second Elder's expression was solemn, entangled in his heart, and he finally sighed, saying slowly:
"I wish to make a deal with you..."
"A deal?" Mo Hua raised an eyebrow.
