His days were numbered?

Jiang Ning felt his heart sink.

"Thanks, you may go back and rest."

He sent the doctor away and stood in a daze at the door. After a long time, Jiang Ning took a deep breath and walked into the room.

It was hard to imagine how the virtually invincible and undefeatable Peter Pan from three years ago had become so frail that he was just lying weakly on the bed now.

"Tsk, I'm not dead yet. What's with that expression on your face?" snapped Peter Pan when he saw the look on Jiang Ning's face.

He struggled to sit up, to find that his arms weren't strong enough. The expression on his own face slowly turned grim as a look of disappointment and helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"You feel it now?" Jiang Ning laughed bitterly. "You've got to admit that you're growing old now."

Peter Pan didn't say anything.

there and closed his eyes, as if he was slowly taking in

dear." He finally opened his eyes again after a long while. The disappointment in his eyes were apparent, and

pity, what a pity. I'm not able to wait until my disciple

some martial arts already, but Peter Pan refused to teach her anything because he felt bad for making a tiny little

and he was

any basic martial arts, and didn't even let her do anything that seemed remotely tiring or anything

grew old enough, Peter Pan would never force her to do anything. If Jiang Yao didn't want to learn martial arts, Peter Pan would never bear to let her suffer at all. "How much

question that only Peter Pan

200 odd years old, so I've really lived long enough," said Peter Pan. "My body is degenerating and

sighed helplessly

be with Jiang Yao for too

had lived a good life and had enjoyed his fair share of glory. He didn't care, about status or anything like that: he wasn't bent on

he lived or died didn't matter. But now, he had people he cared

hard to

Ning didn't say anything. He didn't

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