Shadow and Bell

The wheelchair was not big, but it was still too big for the Abbey Dean, for he was very thin now. Even if he were to wrap himself in a blanket, he couldn't take up too much space. Any great person would end up in a small casket after death, but of course we couldn't use this to deny the greatness of that person.

He quietly looked at the gray sky with bleakly. He was no longer in high and vigorous spirits as the day he entered Chang'an. At this point, he was old and ailing like a candle guttering in the wind.

If one were to disregard the issues of good, evil, morality or the future of mankind, then the Abbey Dean was certainly a great man. Although he had one foot in the grave, he was still thinking about great things.

Putting Haotian in his plan, who dared to say that this was not great?

Long Qing went silent for a long time and then couldn't help but asked, "What if?"

The Abbey Dean answered, "There is no 'what if'."