"Alright, alright, I say, Nangong old man, this isn't some life-and-death parting, look at you with your lack of resolve. Since we left Zhonghai, you've been going on and on, if it were me, I'd be annoyed with you too, going on endlessly like that. Look at you, all concerned over nothing. Isn't it just the Divine Sky Sect? At worst, the South Heavenly Gate and Divine Sky Sect will fight to the bitter end!" All along the way, Nangong Shui kept chattering without stopping, making the old man more and more uncomfortable with each passing moment.
In his heart, he was equally worried about Lin Zifeng's current whereabouts. Ever since Lin Zifeng's battle with the Divine Sky Sect, there was virtually no news of his whereabouts. The old man had spent several nights without closing his eyes, and the moment he lay down, tears would stream down uncontrollably. Lin Zifeng could be said to be personally nurtured by him.
