Inside the tent, Feng Sihai and several members of the Feng Family were there as well, each wearing a despondent expression. Lu Liang had shown them no small amount of care in ordinary times.
If Lu Liang had not arranged for the Feng Family to stay in the inner city, they would have been caught up in the very first wave of demon beast attacks.
Now, seeing that he was about to perish, they felt an indescribable sorrow.
However, following Qin Ming's wishes, Lu Liang had not told the Feng Family that it was Qin Ming who had asked him to make those arrangements.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, you've come."
When Lu Liang saw Qin Ming enter, he forcibly squeezed a faint smile onto his miserable face.
He then said to the people around him, "I would like to speak with Fellow Daoist Qin alone for a few moments."
At those words, everyone in the tent left.
Qin Ming understood Lu Liang's meaning and raised a hand to set down a soundproofing restriction.
"Ah... after cultivating for one hundred and twenty years, I never expected it all to come to nothing in the end."
"When I think about it, I still envy Fellow Daoist Qin—unfettered and free, living with such bold abandon."
Qin Ming took out a second-grade healing spirit pill and brought it to Lu Liang's lips.
Lu Liang did not refuse. It seemed he still had things to say. After swallowing the pill, although it did not have much effect, it helped him forcibly cling to one last breath.
"Lu's path of cultivation is nearing its end. The only one I cannot set my mind at ease over is my disciple."
"However, thanks to Fellow Daoist Qin, she has successfully reached Foundation Establishment and now possesses at least some