He should run after the ninth successor. He really should. Yet, his body betrayed him, and Elder Shen guiltily blamed his broken body for not going after the real villain. It was far from the truth, but nobody else would call him out on it even if they knew.
"Ming-er!" the old man sobbed, unable to shed tears.
The hole in his chest was barely closed, and while Elder Shen was not a medical expert, even a child could tell this was bad news. The bleeding was slowed, but without an expert like Anji or Senior Researcher Mo to close the gaping hole, there was zero chance of survival even for an Enlightened Core cultivator like Pu Jianming.
Initially, Elder Shen had many questions. He wanted to know why the disciple he raised like a son would betray the sect. Where did he go wrong?
