"Great-uncle..."
The Skullblood Vine Demon named Teng Hua burst into tears and collapsed to the ground.
Before her lay an aged vine demon who had passed away in his sleep. He still held a bottle filled with mortal-blood wine. No one knew when he had died.
Beneath him, another bottle of unopened spirit-blood wine lay hidden. A sweep of divine sense revealed it at once.
"Rest in peace, Great-uncle."
Tears poured down Teng Hua's face.
The old man had clearly sensed yesterday that his end was near. That was why he had been unable to bring himself to drink that precious bottle of spirit-blood wine.
How foolish. How could I have been so foolish?
She should have known then. The old man had loved wine as dearly as his own life, yet suddenly he had been unwilling to drink it.
She should have realized then that he was about to die.
But even if she had known, what could she have done?
Her great-uncle had spent his life essence brewing so much blood wine. His vitality and soul were depleted. His end had long been due; this day would have come sooner or later.
That was the fate of the Skullblood Vine Demons.
Outside the stone cavern, Jiang Ding held a blood egg half as tall as a person and watched in silence.
The death of a Skullblood Vine Demon already on his last legs was perfectly normal. There was nothing unusual about it, nothing that would prompt an investigation or arouse suspicion.
In those few minutes alone, dozens of Skullblood Vine Demons had died.
Most had burned themselves out brewing blood wine. A few had fallen to danger or schemes. Only this old Skullblood Vine Demon had died of old age.
He had enjoyed his final years. When