Xu Xiaoshou felt a surge of melancholy. He thought of how, in White Cavern, Shouye had borne immense pressure and offered him ownership of the famed sword Yanmang as an olive branch.
He also thought of that rainy night in the Royal City, when he had overheard Shouye's inner thoughts while under the Vanishing Art, and the scene of them gazing at each other across the railing.
Even with their opposing stances, Shouye had not been like those crazed enforcers, whose only desire was to kill him or claim his head for merit.
From beginning to end, Shouye had wanted to steer him back onto the proper path.
Unfortunately...
That so-called "proper path" looked vastly different in each other's eyes.
Looking at the listless Shouye inside the water sphere, Xu Xiaoshou felt a bleakness in his heart.
Shouye might die, but he should not die in this way, should he? "Have you run out of pills?"
Xu Xiaoshou inexplicably did not know how to start a conversation. He could only mention what he had just seen. "I saw Mu Rong Ying up there. He was drained dry and died..."
As though experiencing a final flash of vitality, color suddenly returned to Shouye's pale face—an iron-blue color.
Cursed, Passive Value, +1.
"Uh!" Realizing he had opened the topic the wrong way, Xu Xiaoshou hurriedly shut up. Right then, he even wanted to slap himself twice.
Then he suddenly thought of something and pulled out bottle after bottle from the Origin Mansion.
"I'm a Sovereign-level alchemist. I lack everything except pills. These..."
Looking at the honey jars in his hands, his expression abruptly stiffened. He said with difficulty, "Uh, these really are only low-grade pills, but there are plenty of them. Maybe they can help you hold on a little