Ultimately, it was because he wasn't strong enough to hold up the sky when the Qin and Liu Families were at their most critical moment.
Aunt Liu caught a black centipede and placed it on Uncle Qin's neck.
Uncle Qin held it in his hand.
The black centipede opened its jaws and bit Uncle Qin's neck, drawing out strands of stagnant energy.
Uncle Qin: "It's lively outside."
Aunt Liu: "What, feeling itchy to get involved?"
Uncle Qin: "This should have been my task."
Aunt Liu: "Alright, they can manage it themselves, and it's inconvenient for us to intervene."
Uncle Qin: "Sigh, being unable to help when you can is always a bit unsettling."
Aunt Liu: "Once Xiao Yuan completes his journey through the Jianghu, the Qin and Liu Families will rise again, and those old scores will be settled. The old lady has kept track of everything, stroke by stroke."
"Knock, knock, knock..."
The sound of knocking echoed.
The two instantly knew it was the old lady.
