The Kunpeng chuckled, his voice suddenly tinged with age.
"No matter how powerful, there comes a time when life ends. All things are born and die. Even an immortal high above cannot live as long as the heavens. I've lived long enough; it's time for me to go."
Yun Qi stared at him intently.
In fact, when he was invited back to the Shanhai Continent with the 49th Bureau, he already sensed the death energy on him.
All living beings have their day of farewell.
He splashed water on himself, because he was already old.
Qing Song was puzzled, "How long have you lived?"
The Kunpeng looked up at the sky, pondered seriously, "About eight thousand years."
Qing Song: "..."
Feeling as if time's relentless wheel had rolled over his face.
Though he thought he shouldn't, upon hearing the Kunpeng say he was eight thousand years old, his first thought was that indeed it was time to die.
