The dust slowly settled.
The field of vision became clear.
At last, they could see what Richard was dragging in his hand as he emerged from the ruins.
It was a person—an old man, an old man far older than Gao Ge had ever been in his old age.
Anyone who saw the old man would involuntarily have the same thought—so this was what aging to the absolute limit looked like?
All his hair had fallen out. His eyebrows, beard, and every other trace of body hair were completely gone. His body was hunched, his bones as thin as branches, and his skin hung with unimaginable looseness, like an old yellowed sack draped over his skeleton.
There was almost no flesh left on his face. Other than a layer of skin, he was little different from a skull. His eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his eyeballs were a cloudy gray, like two glass marbles mixed with impurities, making one wonder whether he could still see anything.
Dragging the old man out of the ruins, Richard stopped. He tilted his head slightly upward and looked at Giant Gao Ge in the sky. With a light chuckle, he said, "You said many things just now. I was busy handling important business, so I didn't respond to each of them. But it isn't too late to respond now."
"You asked what I had done. I think you should know by now."
"You said your palace would be buried with me, and that I could die without regrets. I think your palace should be buried with you instead. And I hope you truly can die without regrets."
"You said that since I chose my own path, I should calmly accept all of this. Naturally, I can do that. I just wonder whether you