Wounded this badly, Jiang Cheng had already given up hope for Song Tianming. He hadn't expected Song Tianming to still be conscious.
Jiang Cheng immediately stepped forward and asked Song Tianming from close by, "Old Man Song, how are you?"
Song Tianming's throat worked with difficulty. He slowly shook his head. "Those demon monks... came prepared. I'm afraid... I'm afraid I won't last much longer. My death is a small matter, but this evil creature... it has already grown powerful. I fear it will bring disaster upon the Great Feng Dynasty, and even... even the whole world!"
Realizing that Song Tianming's mind was still relatively clear, Jiang Cheng immediately gave him a concise account of what they had seen and heard in the Scripture Library that night.
When Song Tianming heard the name Ling Xiaozi and about the jade pendant, his frail body suddenly began to tremble. He reached toward Jiang Cheng with a twisted arm. "Quick! Quick, let me... let me see it!"
The moment Song Tianming touched the jade pendant, his bloodstained face twitched. Then his fingers began to explore it, bit by bit. Anyone could see how excited he was. "That's right! That's right! This object... this object is indeed the Mysterious Sect's token, the Cloud Palace Pendant! There's no mistake!"
Seeing Old Man Song trembling, the Fatty couldn't help worrying. "Senior, have you seen this thing before? Could you be mistaken just by feeling it?"
"Hmph! I may never have seen one, but there's no mistaking an object like this!" Ye Qiutang took two pills from a porcelain bottle and gave them to Song Tianming. His condition improved slightly, and at least he stopped coughing up blood so often.
They helped Song Tianming sit up and lean against a pile of quilts. He slowly took a