"Chen Feng is dead."

"

When I led Lu Ling out of the wooden house, the old Taoist stood at the door with a solemn expression and told me the news.

I should be sad, ideally able to cry heavily.

But for some reason, my immediate reaction was only one of confusion.

"His life is coming to an end, and he doesn't want to cultivate with me."

"This is his fate and his choice."

Listening to the old Taoist's words, I felt a bit stunned.

"His life is coming to an end? How is that possible? "

We are both 18 years old, it's a bit ridiculous to say that he died a natural death.

"Child, life is not calculated like this."

"The time you spent in that world should also be added."

"But when you arrive in this world, you have to follow its rules."

The Taoist's words hit me like a bolt from the blue.

He knows!

He knows everything!

We don't belong here, we are people who arrived here.

But we never went back.

For Chen Feng, with 28 years in that world and 18 years in this world, he is already 46 years old. It is normal to say that he died of old age according to the rules of this world.

"The lifespan of an ordinary person is only a few decades."

"Opportunities to encounter and seek are elusive. If you miss them, you miss them."

"You chose me, so I will guide you."

"He refused to awaken, so naturally he did not have this blessing."

Listening to the words of the old Taoist, I just felt it was ridiculous.

Blessing?

Is this a blessing?

I heard crying coming from Senior Brother Xuan Fang's room.

I also saw the mottled bloodstains on the old Taoist's clothes.

"Master, the girl in your room."

"Is dead."

The old Taoist replied with unusual calmness.