The wise old man spoke word by word, his hands in continuous motion, teaching with utmost seriousness.
Han Yu also died with utmost seriousness.
Every word was a withering of life; while others learn from a mistake, he died once for every sentence he heard.
"Wouldn't it be better if you just finished talking all at once?"
Han Yu asked with a strange expression, wanting to stop the old man. He always felt that the old man's slow speech lacked the demeanor of an expert, as if he was enjoying killing him multiple times for fun.
Who knew the wise old man would snap his fingers again, and the Divine Fire erupted around Han Yu, again reducing him to ashes in the blink of an eye.
A new way to die!
After Han Yu resurrected once more, he slowly spoke out the delayed words.
"No, since we agreed on 'teaching by word and example,' we must follow through. I'm afraid you won't remember it if you don't die a few more times."
