The Talisman entered his body, and Mao Cheng's spirits seemed to lift as a hint of color returned to his cheeks. Fang Qingyuan knew this was merely the Talisman's effect—a final, fleeting burst of life.
Now that Mao Cheng seemed more lucid, he bowed his head to Fang Qingyuan in gratitude.
"I'm sorry to trouble you, Sect Leader, and have you come out of seclusion to see me. My time was already up, but there were a few things weighing on my mind that I had to tell you. It's the only reason I've held on this long."
Fang Qingyuan sighed and soothed him gently.
"I came out of seclusion too late. Whatever you have to say, tell me now. I'll do anything that's within my power."
