Chen Gutian stood weakly, still wearing a genial smile on his face that wouldn't think he was the one with a massive gaping hole in his chest. His aging face seemed to be aging even more as his white hair turned into a faint translucent color looking like it was a web string and not hair. One could feel his life draining out of him.
"I can .....see why..... Xue'er admired you so. At the clan..... I doubt .....there are .....many... with your level of talent.." Chen Gutian said in between labored breaths.
"I admired him too... at some point.." Chen Zholan slowly said as he removed Chen Gutian's sword that had impaled him in the chest. He ended up coughing up blood as he removed it.
His body looked worse than Chen Gutian's, with deep lacerated wounds that revealed bone covering almost every part of his body. Just like Chen Gutian, his aura seemed to be rapidly declining, though his was less severe than that of Chen Gutian.