"Cough, cough!"
Jiang Ping An suppressed his cough and asked Tang Jingchen, who stood before him:
"Senior, you must hold a high position in the Fire Tower Pavilion. Do you know where I could buy a Mystic Treasure that purifies curses?"
"If you can help me, Senior, I'll remember it and reward you generously!"
He had only three days left to live. Time was too precious for him to search elsewhere for such a Mystic Treasure.
For now, he could only ask Elder Tang for help.
As an alchemist, Tang Jingchen must have extensive connections. He could find a suitable Mystic Treasure faster than Jiang Ping An could.
Tang Jingchen shook his head. "I'm terribly sorry. Mystic Treasures that purify curses are exceedingly rare. I've encountered only a handful in my entire life, and all were low-grade."
"What's more, this curse targets the soul. Mystic Treasures capable of breaking such a curse are rarer still."
"Judging by the rate at which your soul is shattering, the secret art used to curse you must be extraordinarily powerful. No ordinary divine object could break it."
"Apart from the Four Great God Kingdoms, I'm afraid no one in the Chaos Sea can save you."
It was not that Tang Jingchen did not want to help. Befriending a Sixth Level God King would benefit him too.
But curses were strange things, and terribly difficult to deal with.
Especially curses that targeted the soul.
Jiang Ping An's heart sank to the bottom of a ravine. Helplessness washed over him.
If even this well-traveled senior could do nothing, his chances of surviving this time were slim indeed.
He turned to leave.
With three days remaining, he had to hurry back to Fengyun City, find Lan Shi'er and Tuanzi, and say goodbye to them.
At the doorway,