"Junior Brother Jiang, what's wrong?!"
Beside him, Su Jin sensed Jiang Ping An's aura falling into disarray and turned to look at him.
Then she saw blood running from his nose and exhaustion in his eyes.
"It's nothing. Don't worry about me, Senior Sister Su. Our chance to study this is limited. Make the most of your time."
Jiang Ping An raised his sleeve to wipe away the blood. His voice was faint, and the swelling pain in his soul left his expression slightly contorted.
Qi Lu, wearing a seven-star crown, cast a disdainful glance at Jiang Ping An.
"Some things aren't for ordinary people to lay their hands on. Leave now if you want to live, or you won't even know how you died."
Su Jin hurriedly took out a high-grade pill for treating damage to Soul Force and asked, "Has your overtaxed soul still not recovered? Take this pill, quickly."
"Thank you for your kindness, Senior Sister, but I'd better leave."
Jiang Ping An did not accept Su Jin's pill. He rose unsteadily and headed outside.
Watching Jiang Ping An leave, Su Jin sighed softly.
She had thought that, with her junior brother's ability, he could gain some understanding of the Death Curse Seal. Even if he could not comprehend it completely, understanding just a tenth would increase his combat strength.
Unfortunately, his luck was too poor. He had been framed and imprisoned, then encountered some unknown danger in prison that overtaxed his soul and body. Unable to withstand the pressure of the Curse Seal, he had missed a chance to study it.
Qi Lu, Du Fen Xing, and Luo Jing paid little attention to Jiang Ping An.
In their eyes, Jiang Ping An was merely an ordinary passerby, far less important than the Death Curse Seal before