Under Zhao Su's gentle reassurance, Ning Rongrong slowly stopped crying, though she still clung tightly to his arm.
They walked into the teahouse.
"Senior Sword, are you going to Ancient Ruins Mountain too?"
Zhao Su was not particularly surprised that Ning Rongrong, or even Tang Yuehua, wanted to go to Ancient Ruins Mountain.
But he could not quite understand why someone like Chen Xin, a super Titled Douluo who had already reached rank ninety-seven, would still go there.
"That's right." Chen Xin sighed, a trace of helplessness flashing through his eyes. "In my last battle against those people from Spirit Hall, severing my own arm left me gravely wounded. Though I later gained some insights and reached rank ninety-seven, serious problems remained. I fear I don't have much time left!"
Dressed in white robes, Chen Xin had crane-white hair and a youthful face, with the bearing of an immortal.
Yet now, he seemed forlorn, his heart filled with unwillingness to accept his fate.
For all these years, he had kept cultivating, striving to surpass his father.
He wanted to defeat the man who had defeated his father back then.
He wanted to fulfill his father's final wish, the regret he had carried to his death.
But through all those years, he had never managed to advance further. Though he had finally reached rank ninety-seven, his allotted time was nearly up.
There was no longer any possibility of further progress.
With no other choice, he could only go to Ancient Ruins Mountain to seek an opportunity.
He would search for a way to break through. Since he was going to die anyway, dying on Ancient Ruins Mountain would be no loss.
Another reason was that he wanted to protect Ning Rongrong as she entered Ancient Ruins Mountain. He was old, but