"How could there be any reason for ridicule?"
Yi Feng said with a smile.
He raised his wine cup toward Qin Nan, then drained it in one gulp.
The days were beautiful.
At death's very doorstep, having someone as decent as Qin Nan beside him was wonderful.
"But I'll have to trouble Brother Yi to collect my corpse a little sooner," Qin Nan said with a bitter smile. "That seal just now consumed half my strength, so I can probably only keep Brother Yi company for seven days."
As he spoke, he tipped back the wine in his cup.
After one cup, he hurriedly refilled it and downed two more in succession.
After three cups of strong liquor, Qin Nan's face was slightly flushed, his thin body trembling. Tears unknowingly streamed from his reddened eyes.
"I'm not afraid Brother Yi will laugh at me, but I'm actually terrified of death."
As he spoke, Qin Nan poured himself another cup, seemingly wanting to numb himself with alcohol. His voice choked as he said, "I truly admire Brother Yi. I admire how Brother Yi does not fear death, how calm and untroubled your heart is."
"I... I can't do what Brother Yi does, because I truly don't want to die."
Qin Nan clenched his fists, his pale face filled with deep unwillingness.
He was the Qin family's young master.
The number one genius of the younger generation in the Heavenly Domain.
He even possessed the potential to become a Saint in the future.
His achievements should have been boundless. To die so miserably now—how could he possibly accept it?
"Alas!"
Yi Feng sighed softly, not knowing what to say. He could only pat Qin Nan's shoulder in consolation.
Perhaps.
Qin Nan's behavior before and after seemed contradictory to others.
But to Yi