Chen Sheng still wanted to hear Shen Ziming continue.
But at that moment, a rhythmic thumping sounded above their heads.
"Zi Ming, get ready."
Shen Ziming looked up.
"Brother Chen, it looks like we'll have to part ways again."
He suddenly covered his mouth and began coughing violently.
When he lowered his hand, there was a startling smear of blood on his palm.
"You're not about to die, are you? Then wouldn't I have made this trip for nothing?"
Chen Sheng hurried forward to support him.
"Don't worry. My life is cheap—I'm sure I'll live a long time."
Shen Ziming smiled brilliantly, as though he truly believed every word he said.
"For a while, I'll need to go to other cities and search for something that can cure my family's hereditary illness."
"I'm afraid it'll be difficult for us to meet again anytime soon."
At that, Shen Ziming's smile faded.
He looked at Chen Sheng with utmost seriousness.
"Once the true chaotic age begins, the authorities definitely won't be as tolerant toward Qi Sense Users as they are now."
"If you don't want to be at others' mercy, if you don't want to become broken wreckage battered apart by the tides of the era..."
"Get stronger, Brother Chen."
"Use every means possible. Become stronger as fast as you can."
Having said that, Shen Ziming smiled again.
"Don't leave me without a chance to repay the life-saving favor I owe you."
"Just take care of yourself."
Chen Sheng waved a hand.
Though he also wanted to talk with Shen Ziming a little longer and learn more about Celestials, the Tide Rising Era, and Qi Sense Users,
this truly was not the right time.
He also needed to return to the city as quickly as possible and act as though nothing had