Old Mi didn’t answer his question immediately, but took a moment to catch his breath. That burst of strength had clearly dealt considerable damage to himself as well.

In time, some color returned to his deathly pale face. He opened his eyes and looked at the dying Wei Dan with a measure of ridicule. “Weren’t you wondering all this time why I didn’t use the Phoenix Nirvana Sutra? Well, your desire has been fulfilled. I’ve let you have a taste of it. So, what do you think? Do you regret saying that now?”

“That was the Phoenix Nirvana Sutra?” Wei Dan seemed to grasp what Old Mi was saying, but it left him with even more questions. “Is the Phoenix Nirvana Sutra a technique that greatly strengthens an individual?”

“You’re half right.” The knots in Old Mi’s brow finally loosened. The enemy that he’d worried about for so many years was finally dealt with. He knew that he shouldn’t...