Linghu Chong held the tip of his sword against Song Qingshu's throat and sneered. "Song, did you ever imagine this day would come?"
Ding Dian, Xin Qiji, and the others had stayed behind in Yangzhou to cover the rear, leaving him to escort Song Qingshu out of the city. But how could they have known that Quanzhou Brigadier General Wu Tiande was actually Linghu Chong? Moreover, Song Qingshu had previously entered into a marriage alliance with Miss Ren of the Sun Moon Holy Cult. It could be said that the two men bore the hatred of one who had lost his wife to another.
"I truly didn't imagine it." Song Qingshu sighed. He had been far too careless. Wan Qixie's sneak attack had caught him off guard. With his current cultivation, he was practically immune to most poisons, but the Golden Wave Poison Flower was simply too overbearing. Worse still, it was impossible to guard against, which was why he had stumbled in such a gutter.
I was too arrogant before. If I survive this disaster by luck, I must find some way to guard against those legendary poisons—like the colorless, odorless Seven Heart Begonia. If an enemy used something like that against me, it would be even harder to defend against. Song Qingshu secretly made up his mind. But when he saw Linghu Chong before him, he could not help laughing bitterly. He could not even get past this trial; what future was there to speak of?
"Do you have any last words?" Linghu Chong could not help feeling a measure of admiration when he saw that Song Qingshu could still smile with death at hand.
"It would naturally be better to die by Brother Linghu's hand than at the hands of those petty scoundrels," Song Qingshu replied calmly.