"Since Lord Shen Xian knew that I was just an insignificant scapegoat of the Ghost Sect, why did he still torture me to death in front of all the immortal sects and secretly spare my life?" Lu Nie leaned on the couch, his tone as calm as if he was talking about someone else's business. The bleeding wound on his wrist has scabbed over, and new meridians are slowly growing in his body, each one carrying Shen Lingyun's true energy.
Shen Lingyun did not answer immediately. He sat in front of the window, and the backlight cast a cold white color on his outline. The cup of tea on the table had long since gone cold. After a long time, he spoke, in a low voice, as if he was talking to himself: "Because you can't die."
"Can't live either?"
"Lu Nie," Shen Lingyun finally turned to look at him, his eyes so calm that they were almost cruel, "Do you think I am saving you? I am repaying a debt. A debt that you don't remember at all."
Lu Nie was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, so much that the wound hurt: "Will the Immortal Lord be cornered at some point?"
Shen Lingyun did not deny it. He stood up, walked to the couch, and looked down at the young man who was crippled by his own hands and then saved by his own hands. The wind blew outside the window, blowing the lone lamp under the eaves.
"Lu Nie," he said, "did you learn the forbidden technique when you were in the Ghost Sect? Give up your long life and let yourself be reincarnated again and again with your memories, so that you can throw everything away and start again anytime, anywhere, right?"
He didn't wait for Lu Nie to answer. He bent down and said in a voice so low that it was almost inaudible: "I am also an insignificant person who can be abandoned by you at any time, right?"
The lamp flickered. Lu Nie lowered his eyes and was silent for a long time. It took Shen Lingyun long enough to think that he wouldn't answer, then he heard the hoarse voice say:
"I could be. I just wanted to
Purpose: rebirth