"No,"
Liu Mo shook his head: "By the time he saved us, he was already at the end of his tether. After leading us to safety, he passed away before saying much."
"This..."
Su Mo was stunned: "He didn't say anything?"
"It seemed like he had something he wanted to say."
Liu Mo sighed: "Perhaps we were not the ones he was waiting for."
"..."
Su Mo nodded, momentarily at a loss for words.
"Before my martial uncle died, he left a letter for me to deliver to the Sect Leader. Additionally, he handed over his personal sword and the Moon Blade to be returned to Wanfeng Pool."
Feng Baichuan suddenly spoke up.
"I see, Brother Feng, please accept my condolences."
Feng Baichuan shook his head at these words: "Although my martial uncle was on his deathbed, there was a sense of relief on his face. He probably achieved what he had wished for, so there's no need for regret."
Su Mo was somewhat nonplussed.
