Inside a vast mountain cavern...
The smell of blood lingered in the air.
A middle-aged cultivator staggered forward, his breathing becoming heavier with every step. A sword protruded from his back, its tip emerging from his chest. Dark purple veins spread across his neck and face like countless poisonous snakes.
Poison.
Not an ordinary poison either.
Even with his Foundation Establishment cultivation, his spiritual qi had become sluggish, and his limbs were gradually losing their strength.
He slowly turned around.bBehind him stood his own personal disciple. The disciple calmly withdrew the sword. Fresh blood immediately poured from the wound.
"...Why?" The master clutched his chest with trembling hands. "Why... did you betray me?"
His voice was hoarse, yet he still refused to fall.
The disciple quietly looked at him, "Master, you're a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator."
He wiped the blood from his sword.
