In the departure lounge.
The flight we were taking had not arrived yet.
I sat in a chair, both legs shaking nonstop.
Never mind me-even a man like Lü Zhengxian, who had killed countless people, had been that terrified before his death. Of course I was scared too.
And it would be fine if Wu Huaqing gave me a quick death, but if he decided to torture me, I felt I would have preferred dying back in Lanjiang City.
"Are you nervous?"
Seeing the state I was in, Guan Yue said with amusement, "What's there to be nervous about? You were quite the smooth talker that day in Tang Village. Are you really that scared?"
I turned to look at him. "If you were told you had to die tomorrow, would you be scared?"
Having invited that rebuff, he shrugged and said nothing more.
I looked around the departure lounge, at the people inside it, and somehow everything here felt dear to me.
Often, it was only when you were about to leave them forever that the most ordinary things felt so dear.
I did not want to leave this city at all. I did not want to die.
The thought of going to see Wu Huaqing made me shake nonstop. Fuck, I could not even hold it back.
Just then, a family of three walked past me. Looking at them, I felt inexplicably sad.
"Isn't that a bit much?"
Seeing that even my eyes had gone red, Guan Yue came over to be a prick again.
"Don't you Dao Cultivation people have a clear understanding of life and death?"
"Besides, you're a grown man. What are you crying for?"
Furious, I glared at him. "What's wrong with you? Are you fucking sick? I'm going to my death, and you