This was a serious-faced elderly man with meticulously combed hair.
Dressed in purple official robes with a golden fish bag, he held an ivory staff in one hand.
At that moment, his gaze swept across the scene.
The next second, his eyes abruptly fixed on a particular spot!
There lay a bloodied man and an embroidered-robed man with a hole in his forehead.
The elderly man's body instantly stiffened, standing as still as a wax figure in place.
Not a single movement.
About three breaths later.
He took a deep breath, and his priceless ivory staff tilted and fell.
His figure transformed into a blur, quickly kneeling beside the fallen Qin Ji.
At that time, Qin Ji's forehead had a thumb-sized hole in his skull, from which a blood-red liquid meandered down.
It was mixed with grayish-white liquid, soaking his shattered chest armor.
