Scarlet blood mist surged within the hall. Di Shitian sat enthroned upon a seat built of white bones, his fingertips toying with the jade slip letter sent by Ling Xiao. When he read the words "You must come to the Treasure Pavilion in person," his pale face suddenly twisted into a ferocious grin.
"Hahahahaha!" The laughter shook the blood pool until it boiled, and countless wronged spirits wailed within it. "In the end, the Dragon's Son is still trapped by love!"
From the shadows in the corner of the hall, a figure covered entirely in hardened scabs crawled out laboriously. The Demon Envoy's left arm was reduced to bare white bone, and his heart could still be seen beating within a bowl-sized hole in his chest. With every step he took, a puddle of putrid blood appeared on the floor.
Chapter 259