Either follow Lawrence's path and face the dangers of merging two cultivation systems,
Or surrender, wasting away in the War Tomb until death takes him.
What seemed an impossible dilemma required no choice at all for Henry.
His hesitation lasted but a heartbeat.
The man was cold-bloodedly practical.
Practical enough to endure sixty years of coffin-bearing drudgery without complaint.
Practical enough to ignore Lawrence's manipulations.
And precisely because of that pragmatism, he'd never waver or fear what might come.
The future was always just the next breath away.
Henry's destiny would be his alone to claim!
Suddenly grinning, Henry teased Lawrence with mischief in his eyes:
"Tell me, Lawrence - if your rebirth scheme had worked, which of us would've called the other 'elder bro
