The torrential rain poured relentlessly, the cold wind biting.
Lying in a pool of blood with his throat pierced, Yun Yantian's body grew colder, trembling involuntarily.
The icy rain drenched him completely, intensifying his discomfort. His gradually dimming eyes stared blankly at the sky, watching the heavy clouds and feeling the rain droplets slap against his face.
Memories from his life began to flood his mind like a lantern slideshow.
"Disciple Yantian greets Master."
"Master, must you leave?"
"Master, I will cultivate diligently. One day, I will follow you to the Sword Ruins Realm!"
"I was just afraid she wouldn't agree. A marriage proposal like this feels so impulsive."
"What's there to fear? When I pursued Qin Yue, all I thought about was marrying her, spending my life with her, and raising a big family of kids!"
"I will take care of you for the rest of my life. I will never let you feel wronged—not just me, but the entire Yun family!"
