Wu Zhan slowly opened his eyes, a flicker of fatigue crossing his aged face. "You've come," he said.
Mo Yang nodded slightly. Just as he was about to speak, Wu Zhan raised a hand, cutting him off.
"There is no need for explanations. I anticipated this long ago," Wu Zhan said slowly as he rose to his feet, his gaze sweeping across the distance. As he spoke, he was seized by a fit of violent coughing, fresh blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.
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