"Plip..."
Two nearly dried-out tears slid down Pang Yue's deeply lined old face.
Lin Shisan's words held no lofty righteousness, much less any impassioned virtue, yet he could not stop his tears.
Ever since his Dantian had been crippled, he had not shed a single tear.
He had bent his back and exhausted himself for the Tai Chi Hall, only to receive a fate of serving until death.
He could only walk toward death, step by step, here at the Seven-Day Immortal.
It seemed to be for his protection, but in truth, was it not another form of house arrest?
All because, of the ten people who had gone with him on that mission, he alone had returned.
Naturally, he had become the prime suspect for being a Demon Cave Spy.
He had spent twenty whole years trapped in the Seven-Day Immortal, while his once-distinguished friends and close companions kept their distance.
They came here only for a mouthful of Seven-Day Immortal, with nothing to do with him anymore.
"All right, enough sorrow."
Lin Shisan looked toward the distant shadows.
Clearly, someone over there had already passed along word of what had happened here.
"Martial Uncle, if I leave, what will you do?"
Pang Yue began worrying about Lin Shisan's safety instead. "You'll be implicated because of me."
"Heh, heh, heh..."
Lin Shisan shook his head with a bitter smile.
"It doesn't matter."
"With your discerning eye, you must have noticed long ago that the demonic energy in me has already condensed into a Demon Spirit."
"This Ghost Flower alone can't possibly eradicate it completely now."
"In other words, in a certain sense, I already count as a thoroughgoing member of the Demon Sect."
"Do you think the Tai Chi Hall can still tolerate me? Even if I keep you