Translator: Pika

  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 d..