But this man, who he considered his greatest pillar of support, was now grievously injured. How could he not be sick with worry?
"Elder Peng, you've finally spoken. *Sigh*. I do want the throne, but if the price is you… I, Wutong… I would rather not have it!" The Second Prince, Li Wutong, spoke these words with natural sincerity. Lying on the bed, Elder Peng opened his eyes, a touch of emotion within them. No matter what kind of master you are, you always show a vulnerable side when injured. An expert of the Sword Sect like Elder Peng was no exception.
"Second Prince, you are too kind. I have always kept in my heart how you've treated me over the years. It's just… this time, I've been thoroughly disgraced. I don't know how to even begin."
Li Wutong said grimly, "Elder Peng, please don't force yourself if you don't wish to speak. An expert capable of injuring you must be…"
