Defeated at the hands of his ancient foe, Su Chengyu felt no despair, but rather a peace he hadn't known in two hundred years.
He had thought his greatest wish was to defeat Shen Cangwu, but only now did he realize that he merely wanted to live on and wield his sword once more.
Unfortunately, the near two hundred years of a half-life had worn away his desire to live. Now, having tasted what it truly meant to live, he no longer wished to return to that torment.
"Come on, give me death." Su Chengyu shouted.
"Death is not an option, you haven't served the impoverished Taoist enough yet!"
A blue mist floated forward, revealing the figure of a Blue Robed Taoist, "The impoverished Taoist's promise to you is about to be fulfilled. If you go now, where would I find the next minion?"
"Hall Master." Su Chengyu looked at the figure and whispered.
