The Next Life, We Shall Be Daoist Friends

Upon hearing this oath, Emperor Yi finally let out a long sigh of relief.

He knew Wen Zhong's character.

In this world, if there was anyone he could trust without reservation, it was surely this Daoist friend who had known him for several centuries.

"Good... good..."

"With you saying that, I can close my eyes in peace."

The thing he was most proud of in this life was having made Wen Zhong his friend and having fathered Zi Shou.

Now, he would bind the two of them together tightly.

Emperor Yi panted as his gaze turned toward Zi Shou, who stood silently at the side.

"Zi Shou."

"Your son is here." Zi Shou stepped forward and knelt on one knee.

With difficulty, Emperor Yi raised his other hand and pointed toward the corner on the inner side of the bed.

It was a black-lacquered wooden case, extremely similar to the one that had held the Human Emperor Sword, but longer and slimmer.

"Open it."

Zi Shou did as he was told.

A long whip that was golden from tip to end lay quietly inside.

"Take it out... and give it to the Grand Preceptor."

Zi Shou lifted the Golden Whip in both hands and respectfully held it out before Wen Zhong.

When Wen Zhong saw the whip, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"This is..."

"My friend."

"Take the whip."

Wen Zhong's hands trembled as he solemnly accepted the heavy Golden Whip.

Emperor Yi looked at Wen Zhong and spoke with all his remaining strength, each word deliberate.

"This whip is called the 'King-Beating Golden Whip.'"

Wen Zhong's heart shook violently.

The King-Beating Golden Whip!

The weight of those four words was simply too great!

Emperor Yi stared intently at Wen Zhong, his eyes filled with trust and entrustment.

"Wen Zhong, hear