Throne

"Don't worry, he was dead through and through. He's in the next room. His heart was still beating when we came ashore, but now it can't beat even if it wants to."

At those words, Liang Qu's dizziness eased somewhat. Half of the ten overlapping shadows before his eyes vanished, and he felt a measure of relief.

Dead was good.

Dead meant peace.

"Was there any remnant left?"

A Grandmaster's remnant was quite valuable, no less so than a Great Demon's spiritual materials. At the very least, it could forge a top-tier Spirit Weapon.

If he found it unsettling and did not want to use it himself, selling it would be excellent too.

Cang Prefecture was prosperous. Perhaps he could make the sale right here.

Xu Zishuai shook his head. "Not quite sure. The physician said a Martial Saint's strike could destroy an enemy's spirit. Whether any remnant remains, we'll have to wait a while and see."

Liang Qu's thoughts went blank for a moment.

Knowing the situation, no one said much. They simply waited quietly.

Shortly after.

"A Celestial Grandmaster?"

"How could that be? An ordinary Grandmaster, with a bone age of just over a hundred. Not even a Great Grandmaster."

Liang Qu froze. "Just a Grandmaster?"

"Mhm." Xu Zishuai shrugged. "Forget a Celestial Grandmaster—if it had been a Great Grandmaster instead, our entire sect might have sunk into the river to feed the fish today. When Master took in more disciples, he could have started counting from number three again."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Liang Qu wanted to laugh too, but laughing made his skull ache. His vision blurred, a fierce urge to vomit surged up, and he slowly caught his breath as he collapsed back, staring at the intricate patterns on the wooden rack.

"Is there any