"Senior, please don't joke around. This junior truly needs a way to break the [Soul Sealing Curse]."
Jiang Ping An remained in his respectful posture and said earnestly, "If Senior tells this junior the method, this junior would brave fire and water!"
Xing Nian looked at him coldly. "You are not worthy of This King joking with you."
Seeing how serious she was, Jiang Ping An's heart sank to rock bottom.
Perhaps the Nether Ghost Mansion of this era had yet to develop a method to break the [Soul Sealing Curse].
The true solution might not be researched for many years to come.
As for exactly when, there was no way to know.
It might be a hundred years later, or it might be a thousand.
But he had less than ten years of life left.
Jiang Ping An clenched his fists, his mind racing madly as he searched for a chance to live.
Seeing how anxious Jiang Ping An was, Xing Nian asked:
"Is that friend of yours who was cursed very important to you?"
"Extremely important."
Jiang Ping An nodded.
It was he himself who had been cursed. Of course he was important.
Xing Nian pondered for a moment before speaking.
"This King has also been cursed. I am currently trying all kinds of methods to remove it, but none have worked."
"Right now, there is a dangerous method that has a chance of lifting the curse. Someone needs to try it personally, but it could result in death. Are you willing?"
A glimmer of light flashed through Jiang Ping An's dim eyes as he asked:
"What are the chances of breaking the curse?"
"One in ten thousand. The mortality rate is one in a thousand."
The odds of breaking the curse were not even one percent—only one