Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
That was the supreme ring, but that ring wasn’t found on the corpse of the Rose of Death’s leader after they died.
Ji Xiuran frowned. How did that pair of rings end up in Worriless’s hands?
The only thing he knew was that the previous leader of the Rose of Death was somewhat related to the Nie family—they were distant relatives if he recalled correctly.
However, during that battle, the Nie family placed righteousness above family loyalty and participated in the eradication of the Rose of Death’s leader.
“Just what connection is there? What does it all mean…?” Ji Xiuran murmured, his complexion turning paler.
Haitang became anxious. “Xiuran, stop thinking. Rest a little first…”
This man’s body was starting to fail already.
“Do you have a pen and paper?” Ji Xiuran inquired instead.
“I do, but Xiuran, your body…” Ah-Chen’s face brimmed with worry.
“It’s fine. Give me a pen and some paper,” Ji Xiuran instructed.
Ah-Chen sighed. He knew that no one could change Ji Xiuran’s mind after he decided.
Ah-Chen had no choice but to take out a pen and paper.
“Mysterious person… Ring… The Direct Line… What is the relationship between these three things?”
Ji Xiuran’s pen rapidly raced across the yellowing piece of paper, writing down query after query.
Right now, Worriless’s enemies were the Martial Arts Union and the Direct Line.
Precisely speaking, it was that mysterious man who could freely enter and leave the Direct Line.
The mysterious man was interested in the rings Worriless possessed, which was why she was hunted.
Currently speaking, the biggest threat was still that mysterious man.
The Martial Arts Union was in the open while that mysterious man was in the shadows—akin to a poisonous snake, icy and eerie.
After writing down connection after connection, Ji Xiuran’s expression abruptly changed.
Some past events surfaced in his mind.
“Could it be…”
Ji Xiuran frowned, astonishment leaking into his eyes.
Haitang stared at Ji Xiuran, about to say something, and realized that Ji Xiuran had shredded the densely-covered piece of yellow paper.
A second later, a rivulet of shocking blood seeped out of the corner of Ji Xiuran’s mouth.
“Xiuran!”
Haitang caught Ji Xiuran.
This man is using his own life as fuel! Why is he doing this?! How can he disregard his own life?!
“Haitang! Emperor Ji!”
Master Li burst inside and hastily said, “A foolish youth named Si Xia who arrived recently couldn’t stand being trapped inside the prison and actually attempted to escape by swimming. Coincidentally, during his escape, he actually discovered the Martial Arts Union’s supply storehouse! There’s a large amount of medicine in there!”
“It might be… useless.”
Haitang’s expression was complicated. “Xiuran’s body… can’t maintain itself any longer… relying solely on drugs, perhaps… You should know better than me, right, Master Li?”
Everyone’s expressions quickly dimmed.
Indeed, it was as Haitang said—Ji Xiuran had grown resistant to the drugs. Further, his body was deteriorating too significantly, so even if he didn’t have any drug resistance, the side effects of the medicine would be enough to take Ji Xiuran’s life away.
Ji Xiuran panted heavily and promptly pulled out the pen and paper again. He wrote a large block of words before folding the paper and tucking it away in his pocket.
“Thank you for your company these years, everyone.”
Ji Xiuran looked at them, a gentle, soothing smile on his face.
