The gray-robed elder’s expression was stern and cold, making him look unapproachable.
Last night, the figures of the inn-keeping couple had materialized, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the elder as they gazed northward across the desolate wilderness beyond the Great Wall.
The gray-robed elder’s expression softened into one of warmth. He spoke, "Your souls do not have much time left. Tell me whatever unfulfilled wishes you have—never mind whether it breaks the rules or not."
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