Lin Bai painfully held Ji Xiang in his arms, tears streaming from his eyes.
Of everything Lin Bai had done in his life, he had never wanted any of it to implicate his friends and loved ones!
Now, Ji Xiang had paid with his life to save Lin Bai, leaving Lin Bai feeling terrible.
Ji Xiang smiled. "Lin Bai, don't grieve for me. You must believe that while death may be terrifying to you, to me, it's a form of liberation!"
"My family and friends were slaughtered by the Demon Monk a hundred years ago."
"Now, I'm utterly alone. Though I still have a life with which to walk the world, I'm nothing more than a walking corpse!"
"I have no attachment to this world, nor any dependence on it."
"Death is a gift to me!"
Ji Xiang said this with a smile.
Lin Bai shook his head. "No. We agreed that we would roam the world together and forge a legend that would never fade through the ages!"
Ji Xiang shook his head. "Lin Bai, my legend was completed a hundred years ago. Yours has only just begun."
"You're someone Master values. Don't disappoint him like I did!"
"You're better than me, and your talent surpasses mine. You'll have a bright future!"
"Lin Bai, I remember telling you at the temple: If a sword cultivator's sword isn't drawn to protect their family, then it's utterly meaningless!"
"We're cut from the same cloth."
"Back then, I failed to protect my family and friends. I hope you won't walk the same path as me, living in this world like a soulless shell after losing them!"
Lin Bai said, "I once swore that my sword would never point at my family or friends; my sword would forever fight for them!"
"Good!" Upon