The whole point was to keep him company

The scene shifted—

Ye Chen was coughing up blood, his face frighteningly pale.

The Great Elder beside him looked even worse. He was as pale as a young woman in a beauty filter, paler than a corpse that had been dead for days.

"Ye Chen, are you all right?!"

Ye Long was completely uninjured, yet his face was filled with concern, as if he'd been possessed by an award-winning actor.

"I'm fine..."

Ye Chen's vision was terribly blurry. Gasping for breath, he asked, "Great Elder, Great Elder, how are you?!"

"War, War God..."

The Great Elder reached out a trembling hand and spoke in fits and starts. "I'm afraid I won't make it. I'll never be able to follow you into battle again."

"Great Elder, you'll be all right!"

A nameless panic rose in Ye Chen's heart. He forced himself forward and grasped the Great Elder's hand.

He'd grown up at the Northern Border Fortress; it wouldn't be wrong to call the Northern Border his home.

But now the Northern Border Fortress was gone, and so were its hundred thousand soldiers. If the Three Elders were gone too, he didn't know how he'd go on.

At that thought—

Ye Chen hurriedly took out healing pills, hoping to save the Great Elder.

"It's no use!"

The Great Elder shook his head and refused. "My essence is gone. Making it this far is already a miracle. Don't waste those pills."

"No, no..."

Ye Chen immediately dissolved into tears, unwilling to accept reality.

"War God!"

The Great Elder summoned the last of his strength and said weakly, "A dying man's words are always sincere. Heed my advice: Qin Feng is a Peerless Monster who can Suppress All Ages. Don't go after him anymore. You should focus on cultivating..."

As soon as he finished