Although there were many questions and countless doubts brewing in his heart, Fang Lin did not rush to ask them. Instead, he intended to settle the matter at hand first.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
It was time to resolve the grudge between himself and the royal family of Xuan Country, be it Zhou Yishui or the Xuan Emperor, each were nemeses who had repeatedly put him in death's way.
If not for Fang Lin's providential luck, he would have already lost his life many times over.
At this moment, Fang Lin decided not to engage with the Xuan Emperor, instead heading directly towards the ground.
Zhou Yishui lay on the ground, not yet dead, but the poison had already penetrated his bones. No pill could save him unless the overwhelming power of the Sacred Medicine were to suppress the poison.
Seeing Fang Lin beside him, Zhou Yishui was horrified, his face full of shock and despair.
