Xiao Qiang's whole body was drained; that last sword strike had sucked out every bit of his strength. Did he regret it? No, not in the slightest. He had finally grasped a sliver of the meaning of "hearing the Way in the morning, one can die content by evening." This feeling was truly exhilarating; even if he died, he could hold his head high.
It was just that he found it a pity.
A pity that he was about to die, a pity that after striving for so long, he was going to perish at this very moment. This was what left him the most desolate.
"Hehe…"
This laughter might be the last sound he left in this world. He raised his head and looked up at the sky. He felt that, before he died, he should at least be able to see his master, right? Yet in the end he still did not see the old Heavenly Heart, but instead he saw a streak of blue radiance.
At this moment, he burst out laughing: "Maybe I'm not going to die after all."
