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Chen Qing felt as if all the strength in his body had vanished. He stood in place for three days before finally recovering.
He walked toward the river and suddenly saw the fish that the old man, who had once given him blood to drink, had transformed into.
"Oh, little brother, is it you? Are you here to eat me?"
Chen Qing smiled and nodded.
The old man glanced around Chen Qing several times, "Where's the fisherman? Why is he missing?"
"He said he would eat me with his own mouth!"
"He said so!"
"What, now that he's become the Master of the Human World, he's lost his integrity?"
"He said so!"
"Why hasn't he returned yet? Is he still lingering on the mortal world's splendor?"
Chen Qing replied quietly, "He's dead."
"He died in battle."
"So he will never return."
The old man was stunned, "The Sect Hierarch was so strong, so strong that even all the gods were no match for him. How could he possibly die?"
