The old Taoist turned his head, shook it at him, and the smile on his face seemed bitter yet had a vague sense of unexplainable loneliness and relief. He said earnestly, "Don't come over. To destroy him, only it has the power to do so. Ling Chen, I am very happy that I encountered such a connection with you, a young one, even at my advanced age. Otherwise, I wouldn't have specially sought you out to say goodbye during my travels, but all of this is no longer important. I have lived far too long, and life and death seem to make no difference anymore. Truly, alas, it's too lonely, perhaps death is the real relief."
Upon hearing these words, Ling Chen was initially confused, then noticed that the other man had a seemingly ordinary stone in his hand, a stone Ling Chen had seen before—it was the meteorite.
"What is that?" Ling Gengqiu's voice came from behind. However, no one answered his question.
