The woman perished before Fang Zhixing's eyes, her body reduced to dust and bones.
No, it couldn't be called a tragic death.
Because a tragic death is always terribly intense, filled with unwillingness, despair, and hysterical struggling.
But this woman seemed to have calmly accepted her fate.
"Hmm, I thought you were brought back to life, but it turns out you were just having a deathbed resurgence," Fang Zhixing sighed softly.
Afterward, he took a close look at the token in his hand; it had the character "Zhou" on the front and nothing on the back.
Besides that, at a glance, no other clues could be seen.
"She said she was giving me an opportunity..."
Fang Zhixing dismissed this with a smile, not too moved.
Though it's said that the dying speak good words, if you yourself are gone, how good can the opportunity you offer be?
As he pondered, a group of White Bone Demons rushed towards him.
"Canghai Melted Sun!"
