"Medicine, medicine..."
Yuan Dazong staggered to his feet and opened the cabinet, only to find it completely empty.
The sharp pain in his heart kept reminding Yuan Dazong that he was running out of time.
If he didn't take his medicine, he might die.
Yuan Dazong pressed his right hand hard against his heart, then took down a bamboo hat and used it to hide his face.
He stumbled out the door, vomiting blood as he headed toward the apothecary.
But this place was too close to Thunderbolt Martial Hall.
And it was just about the time the martial hall's disciples finished their day's training.
Although Yuan Dazong kept his head down the whole way, he still couldn't avoid running into people from Thunderbolt Martial Hall.
The alley was narrow.
Bam!
Yuan Dazong brushed past a disciple of Thunderbolt Martial Hall.
They couldn't help but bump into each other lightly.
"Watch where you're going!"
The disciple of Thunderbolt Martial Hall immediately cursed at him.
Normally, if a martial hall disciple who hadn't even reached Grade Entry dared to curse Yuan Dazong, Yuan Dazong would have taught him a harsh lesson.
But now, he could only hunch over and meekly say,
"Sorry."
"You're skulking around with your face covered. You're obviously up to no good. Take off that hat!"
As he spoke, the disciple of Thunderbolt Martial Hall reached out to pull off Yuan Dazong's hat.
Seeing this, Yuan Dazong knew there was no way to avoid a fight.
Ignoring the pain in his chest, he suddenly shot out a hand and clamped it around the disciple of Thunderbolt Martial Hall's throat.
Only then did the disciple get a clear look at Yuan Dazong's face.
"Yuan... Yuan Dazong."
Yuan Dazong couldn't even muster a single strike of Bright Force now.
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