"Is it still not working..."
"Failed again?"
"Sorry, Father, perhaps I won't be able to see you again."
White snowflakes fluttered one by one from the sky, and a hunched figure emerged before Chuyuan.
He could never forget those large hands that were once extended towards him.
A surge of warmth flowed from Chuyuan's chest, and he coughed up a pool of fresh blood.
He tried to move his hands, but Chuyuan realized he had no strength left at all.
The light of life gradually faded from his eyes.
Yang Yu stood far away in a tree, witnessing everything.
To be cautious, Bai Jin and Iyas kept their attacks aimed at Chuyuan.
Yang Yu gestured with his hand that they were no longer in danger, and could rest a while, then Bai Jin and Iyas lowered their weapons.
This time, Chuyuan's HP had completely dropped to zero, showing no more changes.
But Yang Yu didn't let Iyas and Bai Jin get close to Chuyuan, instead, he went alone to confirm.
There were some things Yang Yu cared about.
