"Time waits for no one. I have little life left—let me drift away with the wind." Sage Honghu sighed.
"Heh heh, interesting. Who would have thought that after the four great ferocious beasts fought to the death, there would be a fisherman waiting to reap the spoils?"
"Who?" The old man was greatly alarmed. Following the voice, he saw an absurdly young man slowly approaching from afar. Inch from the Horizon—he arrived before him in the blink of an eye.
"Who are you?" Sage Honghu asked in surprise.
"Call me Shi Yongheng!"
"Shi Yongheng of the Heaven Mending Pavilion? Mysterious Heaven King of the Shi Kingdom? The one who boasted of becoming the ruler of a region?"
Shi Yongheng replied, "Old man, judging by your state, you haven't gained much. They say you were eaten by your disciple, yet your disciple is thoroughly dead while you're still hopping around alive—and you even obtained his Mountain Treasure."
Sage Honghu smiled bitterly. This fellow truly showed no courtesy. What did he mean, still hopping around alive? His bloodline had clearly withered away, like the last glow of a setting sun.
"Mysterious Heaven King, you jest. I am already old and decrepit, on the verge of death at any moment. What vitality could I possibly have? Back then, I truly nearly died. When my oil was spent and my lamp was dry, one of my spirit bodies was meditating. My disciple mistook it for me and swallowed it in one bite. It was precisely because of that that I was provoked. I should have died long ago, but the obsession in my heart kept me holding on with one breath, and I endured until now."
"You know why I came, don't you? Shall we fight, or will you hand it over yourself? In