When the Brocade Supernatural Power took effect on Jiang Wang and helped him escape certain death,
on Crescent Moon Island, inside a teahouse.
Xu Xiangan, who had been clinging to Zhao Wuyan and chatting with her, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and toppled backward.
Zhao Wuyan caught him with one hand. Even as she helped him, she kept her distance. "Junior Brother Xu, what's wrong?"
Zishu watched him with a worried expression, too. She didn't think this high-foreheaded fellow was good enough for her senior sister, but after spending so many days together, she had come to feel that he wasn't a bad person. Especially since he was good friends with Jiang Wang...
Xu Xiangan's face was deathly pale. His normally full, vigorous aura had suddenly withered away.
After Zhao Wuyan sent a little gentle Dao Essence into him, he took a moment to recover before opening his eyes and saying with difficulty, "Quick, I'm not going to make it."
"Before I die..." He gazed mournfully at Zhao Wuyan. "Could you... say... that you love me?"
Zishu couldn't help rolling her eyes and sat back down. What do you mean, suddenly saying you're not going to make it? You're obviously putting on an act!
She thought she'd seen through Xu Xiangan's trick. She did think he'd gone to considerable lengths to make himself look this bad, but at the same time, a sense of intellectual superiority welled up inside her.
You can't even fool me. You think you can fool my senior sister? she thought.
Sure enough, Zhao Wuyan's hand slackened. She laid Xu Xiangan on the ground, then reached out and brushed his eyes closed.
In a cool voice, she said, "Then rest in peace."
She was just about to stand when he suddenly grabbed her hand.