Chou Baihen watched the battlefield coldly.
"Even after all these years, he was still terrifying."
Ming Disha looked somewhat despondent. "He's grown old."
Then he gave a bitter smile. "We've all grown old. If this had been back then, his aura wouldn't have become unstable so soon, and he definitely wouldn't be fighting so sluggishly. If he were fifty, at least half of these people would already be lying on the ground."
Chou Baihen nodded in agreement.
"Back then, I pursued the path of immortality, but he told me that life's value and meaning came precisely from its brevity. When he tried to kill me, he even said that the more someone pursued immortality, the shorter their life would be. Look at him now. What had time turned him into? An aged face, a frail body, surrounded by a pack of mad dogs, yet unable to carve his way out as he did in the past..."
Chou Baihen shook his head with a smile.
"Yet those who pursued immortality remained young and strong."
Ming Disha said, "His face had aged, his organs had aged, and his body had become clumsy. But..."
Ming Disha took a drink, his gaze turning sharp as he looked at Chou Baihen. "His spirit remained as unyielding as a mountain, and his soul was still noble and great."
Chou Baihen glanced at Ming Disha, seemingly surprised that he would say such a thing.
Then he burst into laughter.
"Why are you talking like them now? Hahahaha!"
Chou Baihen laughed so hard he could barely contain himself. "You really are something, hahahaha! His body and organs were old, he couldn't fight anymore, and all he had were ideas... Can ideas kill people?"
Ming Disha sighed. "Not only were your face and body young, your brain was still