"Xuan Min, the only regret in my life is that the time I spent with you... was too little, cough, cough, cough..."
The violent coughing turned him once again into a hunched and frail old man.
As he coughed in pain, even saliva dripped down, weeping bitterly.
Once an invincible king, now no different from a mortal.
Xuan Min looked at the old man before her, her eyes filled only with sorrow and helplessness.
Such is the fate of a Witch; everyone who practices the "True Martial Sutra" inherited from the Martial Kingdom must endure the extreme pain of their Blood Energy dispersing and returning to mortal flesh at old age.
She had seen so many such cases.
Yet none she had witnessed suffered as much as Yao.
Because others would only suffer a few days before shrinking and dying when their Blood Energy dissipated.
But Yao had been in pain for years!
She could hardly bear Yao's suffering, yet she could not bear to let him go either.
