"Old man!" Ethan Ye was surprised, "Didn't you leave?"
Xing Ziru looked at Luo Xuanyi solemnly, sighed, and said: "People of our generation have passed away one after another."
"Senior Sword Saint, why did you come just now? My master has been looking for you for three years!" the little Taoist priest complained while crying.
"When I arrived, I just happened to see your master's sword that split the mountain and diverted the flow, and I felt that there was no need for me to appear on the scene." Xing Ziru's voice was very low, "Your master finally stepped over himself at the last moment and stood between heaven and earth."
Afterwards, the four of them buried Luo Xuanyi beside the stream he had opened up with his sword.
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