"Dynastic Luck..."
Hearing Xiao Qin's words, Huang Donglai and Murong Xiao looked at each other, as though they had made some decision.
"Good thing I wrote down my experience with rebellion back then."
Huang Donglai silently took out that coronation manual.
"Old Huang, go get a few bottles of stronger medicine. I'll strike as the Hanging Temple's Buddhist Son. Together, we'll grow bigger and stronger and create new glory."
Murong Xiao pressed his palms together.
"Buddha bless us. Once this is done, I'll have my godfather appoint me State Preceptor, and I'll earn merit for you every day."
Xiao Qin: "..."
You two were making it sound real.
How the hell did it seem like you had been preparing for this all along?
After shooting the breeze for a while, the mood among the three quickly sank again.
A room on the top floor of Myriad Spring Court.
Night had fallen, and the lights blazed brightly. There were quite a few people in the room, yet it was so quiet that a needle dropping could be heard.
A figure lay on a soft couch. His breathing could not be heard. He looked like a cloth doll that had been shattered, then painstakingly pieced back together.
The dense scars were still seeping blood, staining Ying Bing's robes with mottled crimson as she held him.
"Even Heaven's Treasure Workshop's Eight-Pattern Heaven-Mending Pill doesn't work?"
"Has Xiao Bao arrived? Let him lick Xiao Bao a couple of times and see..."
Shang Wu hugged her wine gourd, scratching her ears and cheeks in agitation.
The wrinkles on Elder Han He's face were so deeply furrowed they could pinch a mosquito to death.
"The Xiao Bao you speak of is the Dragon-Tiger Golden Pill, correct? It is a fierce tiger-and-wolf medicine, and its medicinal properties