Chapter 518: The Reason
At the summit, all was deathly still save for the blowing wind and drifting snow.
More than a dozen corpses lay strewn across the snow.
Supported by someone, Lian Youming sat slumped in the snow, his face pale and drawn.
He was too tired.
At that moment, exhaustion, weariness, hunger, thirst, and the searing pain throughout his body assailed him.
It was as though all the burdens accumulated over more than half a month had erupted at once.
The White Lotus Sect Master had shown no signs of anything amiss at first, but perhaps the medicine had worn off. A muffled groan suddenly escaped those lips, and that face turned deathly pale.
On the snowy ground opposite them, White Bone Daoist stood alone amid the corpses, bearing the air of an immortal yet reeking of blood.
Lian Youming took several ragged breaths, uncertain what to do for the moment.
He simply could not fathom what the other man was thinking.
Though the man had once been the leader of the Daoist Sect, he had become obsessed with the delusion of attaining immortality. Who knew whether he was righteous or wicked? But judging by the news Lian Youming had received back then, this man had also mastered the Shape-Nourishing Skill.
White Bone Daoist stood among the corpses, droplets of blood still dripping from the tail of the whisk in his hand.
After a long silence, Lian Youming finally coughed and said, "Old Daoist, do you want to kill me or save me?"
Someone had punched him in the throat earlier. Though he had withstood the blow, its force had still injured him internally, leaving his voice exceptionally hoarse.
White Bone Daoist watched him quietly, his tone as devoid of sorrow or joy as before. "In a mere