Yi Feng sighed helplessly.
"Being a Half-Saint isn't so great either. If I had to say it, life was more comfortable back then."
Once upon a time.
Yi Feng had no cultivation.
Every day, he only had to worry about the Martial Arts Hall. When he had free time, he could drink tea with friends, occasionally hunt some game to improve the meals. His days were carefree beyond compare.
Back then, he envied those who cultivated immortality.
But later, after gaining cultivation, he became busy completing all kinds of system tasks.
He rarely had the chance to be so carefree again.
These days.
He had been running himself ragged for the grand cause of seeking death. Along the way, he had tried no one knew how many methods, yet none had worked in the slightest.
The road ahead stretched long and far.
Unable to help himself.
Yi Feng truly began to miss the past.
At the very least.
Even if he could not be as carefree as an ordinary man, back in Pingjiang City, finding death had been a matter of minutes.
Any Martial Spirit expert terrifying beyond measure could have come along.
One poke of a finger, and he would have immediately realized his dream.
But now things were different.
Half-Saint!
This cultivation level was not bad.
Perhaps quite a few people would envy it.
But how could others understand Yi Feng's suffering? The difficulty of seeking death had now increased countless times. Aside from Saints, probably no one could grant him his wish anymore.
As the words left his mouth.
Yi Feng's eyes brimmed with countless emotions, and a yearning light gradually emerged within them.
Seeing that expression.
Bai Piaopiao was stunned...
She had thought Yi Feng had encountered some difficulty and had suddenly sighed, and she had