"Sigh,
now I feel like I've regretted it."
Li Zhiyuan said, "You're not regretting, you're just failing."
The Daoist stared intently at Li Zhiyuan, the murderous intent on his face resurfacing.
He was a dying man, initially thinking that after handing over his notes, he could receive some final words of comfort from the other party. Who knew, the other person just found another way to stab him in the heart.
"I also want to ask you something, can you tell me why you wanted to merge with that demon?"
"Isn't it obvious, do you still need to ask me?"
Li Zhiyuan shook his head, "I just feel that being human is not easy."
The Daoist said, "Please do me one more favor."
Li Zhiyuan silently pulled out a piece of purple canvas from his pocket. The canvas was a consumable item, but Alii had an infinite supply from the ancestral hall.
