He still had a trump card.
Even though his oil lamp had nearly run dry, he still had one final trump card left...
It was the card he least wanted to use. He would rather wager his life in exchange for three minutes than use it... but now, he had no other choice.
Seventeen vast divine auras blanketed heaven and earth, surrounding his aged figure. The gale lifted his disheveled silver-white hair as his complicated eyes stared at his own palm...
There lay a star coin glowing with a faint blue radiance.
King's Star Coin.
"...If possible, I hope I never have another chance to use you. But the strength of one person has already reached its limit..."
A bitter smile squeezed its way onto Lin Qiye's wrinkled face. Looking at the coin in his palm, he seemed to be quietly speaking to an old friend.
"All these years, I have imagined this scene countless times. Perhaps we will never have the chance to gather again in reality, but the power of the star coin can bring back the past that once belonged to us... Yet after that, I will forget everything that belonged to us. Whether glory or desolation.
Now, I am about to die...
Being able to fight alongside you one more time before I die... doesn't seem so bad, does it?"
Lin Qiye smiled. That smile was no longer bitter; instead, it brimmed with hope and anticipation... He seemed to have become the boy from ten years ago again, standing atop the walls of the Abstinence Hall, his clear eyes reflecting the distant dawn and sea. But there was no one by his side...
Lin Qiye knew that he was about to die. No amount of Power of Faith could reverse the withering of his life. This