The scholar specter adjusted the glasses on his nose bridge, a complex glint flashing in his middle-aged scholar's eyes.

He remained silent for a full ten seconds, his gaze lingering on Lin Feng's face for a moment, then shifting to the Mourning Staff emitting terrifying waves, and finally sweeping over the still writhing golden bag.

"A chance to start over..."

He repeated the words softly, his lips curling into a meaningful smile: