The blind mother, her hand on her husband's now-warm, now-strong hand, trembled. The tears, the streaming tears, fell.
"Someone poisoned him?" she whispered. Her voice cracked. "But... who? Who would do this?"
The daughter, Lady Han, her dark eyes wide, stared. The information, the revelation that her father had been deliberately poisoned, was there.
"Someone planted the parasite," Tianlong said. His voice was even. "A demonic cultivator. On the merchant route. The attack was not random. It was deliberate."
The words, the implication, the dark, sinister implication that someone had targeted her father, hit the blind woman. Her body trembled.
"I would stay here to catch the culprit," Tianlong said. His voice carried the casual tone of a man making a minor schedule adjustment.
The blind mother, her composed face, the tears, the gratitude, fell to her knees. The bow, the prostration, was there.
