An hour later, everyone had gathered outside the main hall. They sat there quietly, waiting.
Waiting for the person inside to breathe his last.
They were in no hurry. They had even gathered together and started playing chess.
"You little bastards... Fine. Remember this—after this old man dies, give me a proper burial."
Just then, an exasperated voice rang out from within the hall. At last, the aura inside vanished completely.
Even the final trace of life force dissipated entirely.
Thus, that old man had truly fallen.
"Good heavens, did we just anger that senior to death?"
Outside the hall, Ye Lin and the others stared at one another after sensing that the senior inside had completely perished.
The panel had shown that he still had several days of lifespan remaining, yet now he had indeed fallen for good.
Had they... actually provoked him to death?
"Watch out for traps."
Xu Feng said cautiously.
"Let's go. What trap could he possibly use? That senior was an eighth-layer Golden Immortal cultivator in life. If he had meant us harm, he would have come out and killed us long ago."
"Why would he wait until now?"
Ye Lin clapped his hands and turned toward the main hall. The others looked at one another before ultimately following behind him.
With Ye Lin taking the lead, they were no longer afraid. After all, if there was any danger, Ye Lin would definitely bear the brunt of it.
As they entered the main hall, that figure sat cross-legged before them in utter stillness, without the slightest sound or movement.
Clearly, this senior had departed—completely and utterly.
Ye Lin gave the figure a slight bow, and the others behind him solemnly followed suit.
They bowed out of respect—respect from the bottom of their hearts.
It was