At that moment, Zhou Yan, in their eyes, was not an old man with dried-up bloodline, but a living Death itself!
Only Death could utter such life-and-death related yet utterly indifferent words.
But Zhou Yan himself showed no emotion at all, still speaking indifferently, "Zhou Ying, Zhou Gucheng, Zhou Qianqian. You might think I hate, I rage, I resent; initially, I did feel that way. But afterward, I didn't, because from anger to hatred, to near numbness, and now to transcending the Seven Emotions and Six Desires, this dimension can no longer confine me.
I have already died, but I am still alive.
So, if you find it painful, abandon your physical body, ascend your soul, and let your self die."
Zhou Yan looked at Zhou Ying and the others, his first words instructing them to die themselves.
He didn't even bother to make a move.
The three were stunned, gazing at Zhou Yan with disbelief. However, after realizing Zhou Yan was not joking, all three began to tremble.