Song Qingshu, for whom Cheng Yaojia was praying, was now staggering through Yangzhou. He could tell that the Golden Wave Poison Flower's poison had already seeped deep into his organs. The surging true qi he usually possessed was almost gone, and even what remained came in intermittent bursts. If he encountered an enemy, he feared he would struggle even to protect himself.
Waves of dizziness and exhaustion washed over him. Song Qingshu had the urge to close his eyes and sleep, but he understood that once he did, he might never wake up again.
He had originally come to this world with a life he had picked up by chance. If he had been alone, even dying would have been worthwhile. But over the years, so many women he loved dearly loved him in return, and so many followers depended on him. How could he abandon them all just to free himself?
With that thought, Song Qingshu forced himself to stay alert, keeping his eyes open as he ran toward the Golden Dragon Gang's secret branch in Yangzhou.
First, he was badly poisoned, and he likely could not leave Yangzhou on his own. With the Golden Dragon Gang's help, it would be much easier.
Second, he needed to deliver a warning. What had happened tonight was far too sudden. The Golden Dragon Gang probably still believed Li Kexiu was an ally, and given Li Kexiu's nature, he would never spare these secret Golden Snake Camp strongholds.
Worse still, because they had previously cooperated with Li Kexiu, the location of the Golden Dragon Gang's Yangzhou branch was no longer a secret.
After great difficulty, he finally reached the former secret branch. The moment Song Qingshu pushed open the door, his heart sank. The people waiting inside were not Golden Dragon Gang