He was dying.
Before death took him.
Xu Han's life flashed before his eyes.
He...
longed so much...
to see Master Su one last time.
'There was so much he wanted to say to Master Su before he died. Even if he had to die, he wanted to die in Master Su's arms—the only person who had ever been good to him.'
"Quick!"
"Give me your medicinal blood!"
Seeing that Xu Han was about to die, Emperor Jianwu grew frantic. He wasn't in much better shape himself. If he didn't consume it now, there wouldn't be any medicinal blood left. His fanged maw gaped open as he lunged, ready to tear into Xu Han.
Just then.
The swirling wind and snow fell silent.
"Alas!"
A sigh echoed.
Then.
The sound of footsteps drifted over.
One moment they were a thousand meters away, then a hundred. The next, they were in the heart of the battle. A young man, graceful as jade, appeared, dressed in a Profound Robe as dark as ink. His black hair flowed freely, and a Sword Box was strapped to his back.
