Chapter 2560

"Thank you... Please thank everyone for me, Keshawn," Linden whispered. He stepped out from his hiding spot, unable to help himself.

Keshawn could not believe his ears. He thought he was hearing things, so he did not open his eyes for a long time.

Linden said gently, "Keshawn, it's me."

Only then did Keshawn slowly raise his head. When he saw Linden standing before him, his tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Am I... Am I dreaming?"

"Yes, this is a dream. But I know everything now. Thank you all."

Linden gently blew a puff of immortal true energy toward Keshawn. Slowly, Keshawn's eyes began to close as he drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Linden looked at Keshawn with joy in his heart.

"I really wish I could see what you look like. You must be quite handsome... Goodbye, Keshawn. Sweet dreams..."

At the foot of the mountain, the battle had already ended. Unsurprisingly, Nash and Clint had won.

Oakley was lying on the ground, overwhelmed with pain. "Why? Why is this happening? Why did it turn out this way? Answer me, Heavenly Master! Why can't I be the successor?

"I've been by your side since I was young, but these younger upstarts keep coming one after another! Why?! Why haven't you ever considered making me the successor?! It's all because of you!

"If you had made me your successor, I wouldn't have done all these things! It's all your fault!"

Hearing Oakley's rebellious outburst, Casimir could no longer hide his anger. However, there was also a sense of regret in him.

"Is that so? Is it all because of me?"

"That's right! I've been by your side the longest! I should be the one to inherit the title of Heavenly Master of Hydra Hill! Why did you bring in people like Whistler and that worthless Linden?! What were you thinking?! I'm your eldest disciple! I'm the one most qualified to be the successor!"

"Oakley..."

Despite being in his 70s and 80s, Oakley was still behaving like a child. He was rolling and crawling on the ground, screaming his grievances like a child throwing a tantrum to seek forgiveness from a parent.

Casimir was not a doting parent, however, and Oakley was no longer a child. Casimir felt nothing but sorrow.

"I've been too lenient with you. If I hadn't been, perhaps I would've allowed you to inherit the position of Heavenly Master of Hydra Hill.”

"What?" Oakley's eyes widened. He lifted his head and crawled to Casimir's feet, crying and pleading.

"Master, you'll forgive me, right? Master, please!"

"No, you've made an unforgivable mistake... And I was the one who allowed it to happen. So today, I'm here to correct that error."

"Master, it's not like that. No... I-I didn't mean it! I was misled by those demons! Yes, that's it!" Oakley pointed to the already dead Yellowhorn.

Fogort, standing nearby, said nothing. Everyone around was silent. Only Oakley kept grasping at excuses. He pointed at Fogort and continued, "It's all because of him! If he hadn't come up with the plan, I-I would never have... I would never have..."

Fogort still said nothing.

After ranting for a long time, Oakley assumed Casimir had forgiven him and stood up again.

"Master, you're not angry anymore, right?"

"Oakley, do you remember what I said to you when you were younger?"

"I-I don't remember..."

"To treasure words like gold, to speak words as precious as gems. Yet in the end, you failed to escape the calamities of fate."

"Master, what are you saying?"