Once he felt the elixir had completed nourishing his soul, Fan Zhongxing got up and staggered outside.
Again, it was that enclosed dome, not the real sky.
He inexplicably felt oppressed.
Then, he wiped his storage bag and took out an incense bag.
This incense bag had long lost its scent. Originally, it contained calming herbal medicine, but when he received this incense bag, he was only at the Qi Cultivation Stage. At that time, he couldn't afford anything good enough to remain fragrant after a hundred years.
"Alas... Sister..."
Fan Zhongxing squeezed the incense bag, feeling something soft within him awaken.
His sister had handed this to him with a smile that day. But that was more than a hundred years ago.
He couldn't help but recall the story of the Killing Elder.
