Disdainful of Explanation

Seeing Old Zhang being so obstinate and unreasonable, Chen Xiaofan remained expressionless as he said coldly, "Things have come to this, yet you still refuse to repent and continue making excuses. You are utterly incorrigible; even dying ten thousand times would not atone for your crimes. Today, I will send you to meet the King of Hell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xiaofan raised his palm, preparing to end the man's life.

"Wait, wait!" Seeing this, Old Zhang cried out in panic, "I do not dare hope that you will show mercy and spare me, but I have one small request..."

"If you have any last words, say them quickly!" Thinking that Old Zhang had something to leave behind before his death, Chen Xiaofan stopped his hand and said with the same cold expression.

"Last words? I have no last words to speak of. I am merely an orphan with no father or mother—where would I find relatives to leave last words for? I only hope that when you strike, you will be a little gentler. Do not make me suffer too much. Just leave me an intact corpse!"

Old Zhang's eyes were dim and lifeless, his face full of despair as though his heart had turned to ashes. He made his plea.

"Since you are about to die, I will reluctantly grant you this small wish. You may depart in peace, because my strike is swift and clean. Before you even have time to feel pain, I will send your soul down the road to the Yellow Springs." Chen Xiaofan's lips curled slightly into a calm smile as he spoke evenly, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Hearing Chen Xiaofan say this, the huge stone in Old Zhang's heart finally fell to the ground.