257. Fifty knives!

I called Ren Xiang, and he said that the food hadn't been given yet, but Old Ren was sleeping soundly.

Without much thought, I realized that Old Ren's lifespan had just increased by another seven or eight years.

This might be the first time in such a long time that I felt something genuinely delightful had happened. I said with a smile,

"There's no need to feed him now, there should be no problems. From now on, we don't need to see each other anymore. We can just keep in touch by phone, which is better for both of us."

Ren Xiang seemed to want to say something to me, but I didn't give him the chance and hung up directly.

After hanging up the phone, I felt someone's presence nearby. Turning around, I saw Black Impermanence standing beside me, looking at me with a grin and saying,

"You really want to end up alone and friendless? Not wanting any friends at all?"