To the practitioners embalmed in ashes, how significant and alluring a five-star master's inheritance could be, was akin to a person doomed to poverty discovering a gold mine ripe with competition. How could they not be moved?
Ordinarily, when common folk shop in the streets, squabbling over a few pennies to save face, what's to mention inheriting a titan of the Martial Arts Sect? Only when the heavens and earth stayed unturned, could they possess a Ghost Soul.
The five-star master knew. Lin Chen naturally knew too. Lin Chen merely smiled faintly without saying a word. Cloud Dust dared to come to Wuse Mountain and the Spire, confident that he would survive this disaster.
The five-star master said with a smile, "My purpose has been fulfilled. Soon my thoughts will dissipate. It's best to use my last bit of strength to send you thousands of miles away to a corner. Whether you become a dragon or a worm in the future will depend on your own making."
