His son, Zhenyan Mie, would still be someone comparable to his father, and that was enough.
She clenched her delicate fists slightly, her eyes gazing into the distance, pondering something, when suddenly hurried footsteps came from outside the Golden Tent.
The maid Xiaoyan lifted the tent flap.
"So reckless." Meng Xingxian said faintly.
Xiaoyan couldn't spare time for apologies and said breathlessly, "The... the Old Barbarian King... has passed..."
Meng Xingxian stood up abruptly and asked, "How did he pass?"
Xiaoyan said, "He left the Withered Fire, walked into the snow-covered wilderness, burning continuously, with withered-colored flames leaping around him. Then, sensing the end was near, he sat cross-legged and peacefully turned into a skeleton amidst the flames...
A skeleton that was never extinguished, even the flames couldn't burn it away."
Meng Xingxian said no more, grabbed the baby boy, and let out a Wolf King-like roar at the sky.
