"Very well, with your talent and physique, leaving this world is indeed the best choice."
Chen Xuantian said.
"Old Sect Leader, will you not depart with me?"
Jiang Shi asked, "Perhaps the continent across that strait holds unspeakable fortunes that could heal your dark injuries."
"It's of no use, I know my injuries best. They are deep in my bones, beyond the help of medicine or food. My lifespan has reached its end; the remaining years are enough for me to live in peace."
Chen Xuantian was philosophical, shaking his head as he spoke.
In his lifetime, he had endured too many storms and vicissitudes. Facing death, he finally comprehended everything.
Jiang Shi pondered for a moment and said, "What if the people from the Celestial Demon Headquarters want to command the Sect Leader, what is to be done then?"
