"You shouldn't have moved here, sigh."
Sect Master Leng sighed softly, shaking his head, yet feeling helpless. How could he go against his wishes?
"If not here, where should I go?"
The young man mustered a faint smile, his gaze somewhat scattered as he looked at Sect Master Leng.
"I have a feeling, it might just be a few more days for me. When... when is he coming?" he asked.
"Soon. With the Great Elder and Second Elder escorting him, he should arrive shortly," Sect Master Leng could only respond thusly. There wasn't much else to say to a man in the final stages of illness.
"It would be good to see him just once," the young man muttered wistfully.
He was none other than the Young Sect Master of the Eternal Night Sect—Leng Yikun—who everyone thought had already succumbed to his illness.
