"Carrying the hatred of the annihilation of his clan, Old Deng has lived in suffering all his life, and it's time to release his repressed emotions," Jiang Cheng spoke up on the voice channel.
"Yes, we can't let Old Deng carry hatred and pain to his grave. This battle is also his moment of revenge in his eyes. Perhaps it might not have much impact on the invasion of the Black Tide, but at least he has tried his hardest."
Understanding the reason, Xia Sheng's eyes moistened and, with a forced smile, he took the Space Bracelet from the hands of the ascetic saying:
"Old Deng, go and fight a hearty battle; your legacy, we brothers will take over. Do you have any last wishes before you go?"
"Have a stone stele erected for me in the graveyard in front of the Great Yan Clan Land, wishing my soul to return from the dead, always to accompany my clansmen."
"Sure." Xia Sheng and Jiang Cheng nodded solemnly.
