His good brother Xi Bai has made something of himself.
I've heard that he is now the most valued disciple of the patriarch. Back then, there were five of them, all beggars and refugees. Xi Bai was the youngest and had the chance to enter the patriarch's Martial Arts Academy,
and now he has soared to great heights.
Tonight, Xi Bai did not engage in cultivation; he waited for their reunion.
He was excited.
He was happy for Xi Bai and himself.
Walking as if drunk, swaying and stumbling. The uncovered oil lamp flickered like a ghostly flame about to extinguish at any moment.
As he turned into an alley,
suddenly, a hand reached out, emblazoned with mysterious patterns, resembling a Fierce Ghost.
Pssh~!
The hand, as sharp as a dagger, pierced directly into his chest.
Blood…
gushed out.
Lou Fa's eyes widened, looking incredulously at the withdrawing hand from his body…
His body collapsed, convulsing…
He could clearly feel his life force draining away, not much time left.
