Chapter 2617 — Here to Save You
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 2
"Isn't Tagan Long crippled?" the White Leader countered.
"I still have a hidden piece," Xuantian Ancestral Master said.
"So you kept one in reserve after all," the White Leader said flatly. "In that case, let it be. The plan proceeds as before. However, the wood-element inheritor is my disciple. I will not allow anything to happen between her and the medium. You should understand my meaning."
"That... I fear she will not cooperate with wholehearted devotion," Xuantian Ancestral Master said cautiously.
"I will speak to her," the White Leader said. "You have no choice—accept it or do not."
"Very well, I accept." Xuantian Ancestral Master gave his word, but in his heart he was sneering coldly. Once the inheritor arrives, it will no longer be up to you, you old relic. That will be the day you die too! And that disciple of yours, Wei Zhao—he dies as well!
The White Leader said nothing more, simply hung up and continued on his way toward the Xueshang Hotel.
Wei Zhao did not even bother to repair the lingering injuries within his body, nor to recover his physical strength and true qi. He ran straight to Sun Jingyan's room in the Xueshang Hotel!
The door was locked tight, but that was no obstacle to Wei Zhao. He casually drew out a silver needle and picked the lock, then pushed the door open—and a thick stench of blood rushed at his face. And when Wei Zhao saw Han Jingyi on the floor, his heart gave a violent shudder!
This... was this Han Jingyi? Or rather—was this even a person?
The girl on the floor was covered head to toe in blood. What had once been her face was a face no longer—the skin had peeled back entirely, a horrifying sight! Her hands and shoulders were a mangled mass of flesh and blood, utterly unrecognizable. Were it not for the clothes she wore, Wei Zhao would not even have recognized that the person before him was that familiar, lovely girl.
"Jingjing, how are you?" Wei Zhao cried out in alarm, his heart filled with self-reproach and guilt. Xiao Yi and Xiao Shiyi had come for him, yet Han Jingyi had borne the punishment in his stead, tortured beyond recognition!
Wei Zhao rushed over and gathered Han Jingyi up from the floor in one motion, his trembling hands checking the wounds on her body!
By heaven's mercy, Han Jingyi was not yet fully dead, and Wei Zhao's taut nerves eased slightly. But her injuries were truly too severe. When Wei Zhao discovered that her chest and lower body had been blasted apart by true qi, his heart gave a violent spasm, and his clenched fists began to shake uncontrollably!
What kind of cruelty was this? To be visited upon such a lovely girl! Xiao Yi, Xiao Shiyi—a debt of blood will be repaid in blood. One day, I will raze that place to the ground and return it upon you tenfold, a hundredfold, with cruelty to match!
"Brother Wei Zhao..." Han Jingyi's breath was faint as gossamer, and she opened her blood-mangled eyes with great effort. Those eyes that had once been bright and liquid and full of spirit were now a dull gray, suffused with the pallor of death. "Brother Wei Zhao... you came... Jingjing didn't tell them about Zhang Lifeng's alchemy notes... nor about our alchemy secrets..."
How desperately Han Jingyi wanted to say, before she died, that she liked him. But she could not bring herself to say it. To speak of love now would be too heavy a burden. Han Jingyi did not want to pressure Wei Zhao, did not want her death to leave him carrying too great a weight of guilt.
Han Jingyi knew perfectly well how grave her own injuries were. She was an alchemist; she knew that even a Lesser Rejuvenation Pill would be useless for wounds like these—and never mind a Lesser Rejuvenation Pill, even a third-grade Greater Rejuvenation Pill would be of no use. Because Xiao Shiyi had said it herself: not even a divine physician could save her now!