Listening to Jiang Fan's sorrowful words, Little Qilin's black and white eyes were filled with tears.
He rubbed his eyes, speaking with a thick nasal tone: "I don't want my master to die."
Jiang Fan looked at it, wanting to cry but not daring to, his heart filled with guilt.
His emotions had already impacted Little Qilin.
In the future, they would also affect Yun Shang and the others.
Since destiny was already decreed, why wallow in self-pity and let those around suffer together?
What is meant to come will come, and will not be delayed by our fear and despair.
Why not, in the final moments, leave a few beautiful sunsets and gentle spring breezes for them?
He gradually swept away his melancholy, wiped the moisture from Little Qilin's eyes, and smiled: "Fool, your master isn't dead yet."
"Heavenly Mechanism Elder says, seize the moment for joy."
"Bodhisattva says, to give life weight."
"Six-Path Masters say, do meaningful things."
