"They... they were driven by greed and angered you, my lord. It has nothing to do with the rest of the Ning family."
Though a shaman, focused on the arts as well as Gu, fundamentally still practiced medicine. Their constitution was no stronger than that of ordinary people.
Moreover, the practice of cultivating Gu within their bodies and testing medicines on themselves left them even more frail.
The middle-aged man's face turned a mottled purple as his breathing grew labored.
His mind buzzed in confusion, unable to comprehend what was happening.
Wasn't Nian Yi'an just a high school student?
Who was the person standing before him, and what was their connection to Nian Yi'an?
"Unfortunately, you learned my brother's identity," Si Fuqing said coolly. "For his safety, you must stay silent."
The middle-aged man's eyes widened. He wanted to beg for mercy but could make no sound.
