Subsequently, the thunderous avatar of the Great Saint of Beishan suddenly disintegrated into nothingness.
The atmosphere remained deathly silent for a long while.
The middle-aged man slowly lowered his head.
The calf in his arms opened its eyes, its gaze heavy and somber, its mouth slightly agape.
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth briefly before he reached his hand inside, retrieving something from the calf's mouth and tucking it into his own chest.
"..."
The calf's eyes reflected a complex expression.
Within the Holy Land, not a word or action could escape the notice of the Great Saint of Beishan; thus, the calf remained silent, merely watching the middle-aged man before it.
"As long as the Young Master is unharmed, I can rest easy," he said.
The middle-aged man spoke in a low, hoarse voice: "Even if I die, I will have no regrets."
To die without regrets!