Zhu Feng was dying.
Perhaps sensing her impending death, she told Su Chen everything she knew without waiting for his answer.
"I believe that everything I've told you is worth having you protect my child until they are grown."
"A promise from Lord Su carries immense weight..."
Having said everything, blood streamed ceaselessly from Zhu Feng's seven orifices.
She collapsed to the ground.
And breathed her last.
The vial of a Demon Fiend's corrupting blood in her hand spilled onto the ground, looking like nothing more than dirty kerosene.
'An Immortal Treasure... a long-lived Exotic Beast that practices an Immortal Technique?'
A faint chill ran down Su Chen's spine. As he gazed toward the Imperial City, he felt an unexpected sense of empathy, and a cold dread washed over him.
There were no historical records from three hundred years ago in the Library Pavilion.
He had learned from Zhu Feng.
