Looking at the old man before him, Taiheng trembled all over. Every time he thought of the old man spending all those years alone in this sunless underground place, every time he thought of the bitterness of the old man resisting the Heavenly Dao's curse by himself at night...
The Heavenly Dao's curse had tortured a Dao Integration True Lord into his present state.
"I'm sorry, I..."
"Child, there's no need to say more. Everything that needed to be said has been said, and I am already very happy. Say no more. Let the past remain in the past."
Smiling, the old man patted Taiheng's hand. Seeing Taiheng like this filled him with heartfelt joy.
"Master, come. I'll help you out."
Taiheng helped the old man to his feet, and they slowly made their way outside step by step, the old man cooperatively walking alongside him.
At this moment, however, the aura of decay around the old man grew increasingly severe. Clearly, his final hour was near.
By the time they emerged from underground, Ye Lin and Taichu had already been waiting for a long while.
"Greetings, Martial Uncle."
"Greetings, Martial Granduncle."
Ye Lin and Taichu both bowed to the old man.
"Child, I truly must thank you for this. This thing is of no use to me anymore, so I'll give it to you."
The old man looked at Ye Lin, expressing his heartfelt gratitude before taking out a sword case and tossing it to him.
Ye Lin caught the old man's sword case. It stood two meters tall, its surface carved with mysterious patterns that danced like dragons and soared like phoenixes, making it look exceptionally enigmatic.
"Thank you, Martial Granduncle, for bestowing this treasure."
Though he could not discern anything from it after a brief examination, Ye