"But it's still very slim!" At the last sentence, Xiao Wuque shook his head.
"Having hope is better than having no hope at all!" Xiang Yuan grinned, his mood clearly much improved.
"That's true enough!" Xiao Wuque nodded.
...
Imperial Palace.
Inside the imperial study.
At this moment the imperial study was suffused with warmth, faint wisps of smoke drifting through the air.
Just the scent of this smoke could soothe the Heart Spirit, easing pain from the body.
Cough, cough, cough—
All of a sudden.
The man on the dragon throne was seized by a bout of violent coughing.
He covered his mouth and nose, bending over again and again.
Each cough was harsher than the last.
Right now the man's face was so gaunt his cheekbones stood out clearly, his eye sockets sunken, and as if smoked by fumes, there was a ring of pitch-black shadow around them.
Thump, thump, thump—
Just then.
The tightly shut doors of the imperial study suddenly sounded with a knock.
