Shen Xinglan looked at Shen Boyu and asked, "Granduncle gave me the inner core... what about you?"
"Me?" Shen Boyu laughed bitterly and said, "I'm an old man in my twilight years, what else is there to hope for?"
"No." Shen Xinglan shook his head and refused, "I will take what I want myself. If I succeed, it's my fortune; if I fail, it's my fate. I can't take what belongs to Granduncle..."
"Xinglan, listen to me. In the battle of the Eastern Sea, I was jointly attacked by Xuanyuan Mingjing and Zhong Daoling and was severely injured."
"Even after half a year of recuperating inside this Ghost Coffin, nourishing myself daily with Sea Qi, it's still hard to return to my former state, let alone hope for any further advancement."
"Birth, aging, sickness, and death are natural laws and hard to defy. I'm old, and my body will only continue to decline."
