"Forget it. I'll open another gate. If I die and Fellow Daoist Xiaole survives, I hope you will help teach my two useless disciples. And give them a message: their master was strict only because he hoped they would amount to something. They must not resent their master."
The gaunt Fusion Realm cultivator cupped his fists toward Xiao Xiaole, his face filled with guilt.
He had placed great hopes on those two disciples, and he was usually quick to scold and beat them, disciplining them with extreme strictness.
In their daily interactions, a single look from him was enough to make the two disciples tremble.
Compared to the closeness between other masters and disciples, their relationship was more like that of enemies, without the slightest warmth.
He had been so harsh only because he wanted his two disciples to mature sooner.
Once there was nothing left for him to teach them, it would not be too late to become a good master.
After all, this world was far too cruel. Even a Fusion Realm cultivator like him could die at any moment. How could a master not worry about his disciples?
Unfortunately, some words, once left unsaid, would never have another chance to be spoken.
"If I can break the formation, kill this pig demon, and return alive, I will treat your two disciples as my own and pass on all my cultivation and understanding of the Great Dao to them."
Xiao Xiaole returned the salute, feeling even more guilty.
"Then that is excellent."
A faint smile appeared on the face of the gaunt cultivator, whose face resembled an old bitter melon. He walked to the Gate of Family and gave it a gentle push.
Death awaited him beyond the door.
On a mountain peak rich in spiritual energy.
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