But.
Even the Revitalizing Pill is useless—what can Shangguan Sheng do?
Li Qingfeng gripped Shi Kaitian’s arm, applying a slight pressure.
“Master… Jiang Fan has returned. Do you… know… about it?”
At the mention of Jiang Fan, his voice seemed to grow a little stronger.
Shi Kaitian felt his chest twist in pain, his frail, aged body trembling uncontrollably.
His deeply wrinkled face, etched with the marks of time, was now covered in flowing tears.
“We know. We all know.”
Li Qingfeng forced out a faint, apologetic smile:
“I’m sorry… Master… I misjudged…”
“I didn’t let him… join Heavenly Sword Peak…”
At this moment.
Li Qingfeng still blamed himself for this very matter.
Shi Kaitian’s face was streaked with tears, his heart wracked with overwhelming regret.
Back then, he had even struck Li Qingfeng over this issue.
With tears in his eyes, his voice trembled as he spoke:
“No, no, you’re the one who brought Jiang Fan into the Green Cloud Sect.”
“You’re the one who found a peerless talent for the sect.”
“The entire Green Cloud Sect is grateful to you.”
“Even your master is proud of you!”
A faint smile appeared on Li Qingfeng’s face.
“That’s… good news…”
Liu Wuchen walked over, tears glistening and rolling from his eyes.
“Elder Li, actually, when I took Jiang Fan away back then, it wasn’t because I saw his potential.”
“It was merely to honor a promise to my daughter.”
“Just like you, I didn’t believe in him either.”
So it turned out, Liu Wuchen was the same as him!
He wasn’t the only one who had been blind to Jiang Fan’s greatness.
At this moment.
Li Qingfeng’s heart was finally at peace.
“Even the Sect Master… misjudged him too…”
“Haha… Haha… Hahaha…”
He laughed aloud, releasing Shi Kaitian, his hands groping aimlessly.
“Sect Master…”
Liu Wuchen, choked with tears, took his hand. “I’m here.”
Li Qingfeng gripped his hand tightly, using his final breath to speak:
“Please… tell Jiang Fan…”
“To… take… good… good care of… Yining…”
“Who… among us… doesn’t make mistakes…”
His hand loosened, lifelessly falling.
It hung limply in the snow.
A generation’s elder.
Thus perished, amidst the vast expanse of white snow.
“Elder Li!”
“Qingfeng!!”
“Master!!”
“Uncle Li!”
The members of the Green Cloud Sect let out heart-wrenching cries.
Tears shone in countless pairs of reddened eyes.
“Master, no!”