As the silk-like dusk fell and the bright moon hung high overhead, the evening breeze remained indifferent to human sorrow, carrying away a romance that needed no words.
"I would rather die than..." Before he could finish, the person on the sickbed was seized by a violent fit of coughing. When he pulled away the handkerchief pressed to his mouth, it was stained with numerous splotches of blood. "Enough. If the Lord of Heaven means to take this life back, how could I possibly contend with the King of Hell?"
The Second Young Master of the Sword Casting Villa could not help giving a bitter laugh, wondering whether his elder brother would be able to obtain the legendary binding dragon rope and the dragon blood bead—rumored to be capable of nourishing the primordial essence and consolidating one's foundation—during his trip to Suolong Temple. If he could secure these two items, he would be able to preserve his life even without the Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Pill.
Chapter 78