"Xiao Yang, now that you've mastered the Divine Skill, no one in this world is your match. You can go down the mountain!"
"Are you really willing to let me go down the mountain?"
"You don't believe me?"
Xiao Yang did not hide his thoughts. He nodded, and there was even a trace of hatred in his eyes.
The old man caught Xiao Yang's hatred. He thought for a moment and said, "I know that I took you here to cultivate without your permission. You must hate me in your heart."
Xiao Yang didn't say anything and chose to acquiesce.
"But I want to tell you that I did this for your own good."
"Haha..."
Xiao Yang laughed coldly. He had forcefully brought him to this desolate place, but it was for his own good. Who would believe that?
"From the looks of it, if you don't cut me into pieces, the hatred in your heart will not be able to be quelled. Alright, then do it."
The old man closed his eyes and opened his hands, letting Xiao Yang deal with him.
Xiao Yang stared at the old man for a long time. Although his heart was filled with hatred, he did not attack.
"Whew..."
Xiao Yang let out a long sigh. "Ten years have passed. Even if I kill you now, I can't start all over again. Besides, I've learned so many skills from you in the past ten years. We're even."
In the end, he chose to let go of the hatred in his heart.
Although he felt refreshed after killing the old man, if he used the skills taught by the old man in the future, he would inevitably think of him.
He couldn't help but feel guilty about killing his teacher.
He had lost his freedom for ten years and did not want to suffer in the future.
Putting it down might be the best relief.
The old man opened his eyes and looked at Xiao Yang. At this time, there was no killing intent in his eyes. He was calm, restrained, and even had a domineering aura that could overlook the world.
He knew that these ten years weren't in vain. He cultivated an exceptional expert who exceeded him!
"Alas..."
This sigh was a little incompetent and a little comforting.
The old man looked up at the sky in the distance. At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the white clouds were golden under the sun, which was very beautiful.
But at the moment when the white clouds were the most beautiful, it meant that the sun was setting.
The last light of the day was about to disappear, and the night was coming.
This might be the last day they spent together.
The old man was silent for a long time. Finally, he said, "Xiao Yang, can you call me master?"
This request was very difficult to make, but the old man still said it.
Xiao Yang bit his lower lip slightly, and then there was still a sneer on his face.
This result was expected by the old man, but he still said to himself, "Xiao Yang, although your cultivation has surpassed mine and is invincible in the world, the human heart is more horrible than cultivation in this world..."
"It's impossible to defend against the sinister schemes in a person's heart..."
"Remember, don't have the heart to harm people, and don't have the mind to guard against people..."
"The more you know about people, the more likely they are to be the ones who hurt you the most..."
The old man talked a lot, but Xiao Yang couldn't listen to him at all.
To be exact, he didn't want to listen at all. He was impatient to leave, but at this time, the old man stopped nagging.
The surroundings instantly quieted down, and even the sounds of bugs moving in the grass could be heard clearly.
At dusk, the wind carried a hint of coldness, and Xiao Yang couldn't help trembling.
After a long time, he felt that something was wrong. It seemed that he glanced at the old man not far away.
At some point, he had closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on a big stone, motionless.
Xiao Yang frowned slightly and felt that something was wrong. He went forward to check and found that his body was already cold.
"Old man, don't think that I will forgive you if you do this. I'm telling you, I don't buy this!"
The old man had used this move on him before. At that time, although he hated him, he cried bitterly.
After all, when he was on the mountain, he had no skills to survive.
If the old man died, there would be no way for him to live on the mountain.
But now he had already practiced all kinds of skills. Even without the old man, he could still live well on the mountain.
That was why feigning death was of no use to him!
Xiao Yang stood in front of the old man and watched how long he could pretend.
As time went by, the old man still sat on the stone without moving.
Xiao Yang was puzzled. He reached out to touch the old man's body. His body was completely cold and his face was gradually turning pale...
"Is he really dead?"
Xiao Yang looked at the old man in confusion. It seemed that he was really dead.
At this moment, he felt a little disappointed and empty in his heart.
He originally thought that the person he hated would be very happy after he died. He would dig the grave and whip the body to vent his anger. But now he was very calm, or rather, he had become numb.
At this moment, his heart became complicated again.
The cold wind became more and more intense, and the temperature in the mountain began to drop rapidly.
Although he hated the old man, he still understood the principle of the dead being a big shot.
No matter what kind of hatred they had before, at the moment of his death, all the hatred ended with his death.
Xiao Yang made a hole in the huge stone beside him and put the old man's body into it. Then he raised another huge stone to block the hole.
"This is the only thing I can do for you now."
"From now on, the grudge between us will be written off."
"Goodbye... Master."
