I turned back and glanced at Miao Fengwu,
"How many more years does this old man have left to live? If he dies, will I be safe? Would there no longer be so many troubling matters in the future?"
I had already started planning the death of this elder, truly not wishing for him to continue causing trouble. The souls of the Enlightened do not enter the cycle of reincarnation upon death, and their thoughts dissipate accordingly, so my idea was...
He likes my grandmother, and my grandmother likes him too.
Better to hurry up and kill him, let him turn into an imbecile and accompany my grandmother.
Miao Fengwu placed a hand on the old man's pulse and after a moment said,