The tissue burned and emitted an extremely foul odor.
It was like the musky scent of a fox, combined with the smell of burning protein.
Watching the tissue turn to ashes like dry leaves consumed by fire, I became the destined end of the Cauldron Furnace.
Never again would a soul be so well-suited to my body.
Once possessed, it would reside permanently.
I stared at the ashes on the ground, my eyes unexpectedly damp.
Father, oh father, all the plots you schemed since before my birth have now vanished into smoke.
"You certainly won't die, young man. Seeing how deeply in love you are, I grant you eternal life," Old Zhao said as he squatted down, his finger lightly caressing the rigid face of Lin Gang.
After Lin Gang had stopped breathing, his eyes were dull and lifeless.
He showed no response to Old Zhao's words, certainly not the appearance of someone who could live forever.
