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Outside the secret chamber, Ye Xuan's crimson eyes were already eroded by tears. He entered the chamber, and with a "thud", knelt before Ying Tian, saying, "You know this is not what I want at all."
Ying Tian remained silent.
He slowly raised his hand, which was already withered like a dry twig, devoid of any life force.
He touched Ye Xuan's face and softly said, "All of this is destined. Saving that woman was a defiance of fate. How many cultivators dare defy fate and still survive? My end was destined long ago."
"Why? I don't want this! I'd rather it were me."
Ye Xuan cried, helplessly kneeling and weeping, while Ying Tian, like a decrepit old man, sat cross-legged in front of him, gently stroking Ye Xuan's pale hair.
"You know this is not what I want at all."
Ye Xuan wept bitterly, continuously shouting, "Why do you impose this on me?"
For Ye Xuan's tears, Ying Tian was at a loss, only watching silently as Ye Xuan cried.
