"I'm done for, I'm dying. Sister Yiyi, in my next life, I must… I must… COUGH."
Qian Xiao played his part to the hilt, foaming at the mouth and speaking in fits and starts, looking for all the world like he was on his deathbed.
In her panic, Xu Yiyi kept shaking Xu Lai's arm. "Daddy, you can't kill Qian Xiao."
Xu Lai nearly spat blood. He had merely given Qian Xiao a very light pat on the shoulder, not even enough to kill an ant. How could it hurt someone at the initial stage of Golden Core physical cultivation?
The Supreme Emperor, angered to the point of a toothache, darkened his face and released a stream of Spiritual Energy.
But it wasn't an attack; it was healing.
A sacred light descended from the heavens, enveloping Qian Xiao.
"OOOH!"
Qian Xiao couldn't help but cry out. The sensation was like that of a man who, after being lost in the desert for a month without a drop of water, was suddenly caught in a downpour. Every pore in his body opened up in relief.
