I'll Take You Home

Jianyang Prefecture, a medical hall.

Between two clean beds, Meng Xiuwen's face was pale, even his lips devoid of color.

The man who had once been the strongest demon-slaying official in the Great Southern Continent now looked barely alive. Even his usual irrepressible temperament had quieted considerably.

But compared to the figure on the other bed, he was already in remarkably good condition.

The young man's body was covered in gaping wounds, white scales emerging across his face. He could barely maintain his human form. Though a girl beside him tearfully kept wiping him down with a towel, the bloody slurry that gushed from between his scales could not be wiped clean no matter what she did.

He stared blankly upward with wide eyes, like an oil lamp running dry, a dying candle in the wind, liable to breathe his last at any moment.

"Where are the pills?!"

Seeing Zi Xian desperately trying to hold back her sobs, Meng Xiuwen could not help looking outside and roaring hoarsely.

Two constables hurried in and said softly, "Lord Rain-Praying Envoy's injuries are too severe. The pills he needs must be transferred from the imperial capital. The prefectural office has already done everything it can to press them."

"Press, press, press! By the time you press them here, he'll be dead already!"

Meng Xiuwen gritted his teeth. Though the Rain-Praying Envoy belonged to one of the Eight Bureaus, it clearly could not compare with an institution like the Demon-Slaying Bureau. The prefectural office was only willing to request pills from the imperial capital because Purple Sun had been injured while stopping demons.

The two constables lowered their heads helplessly and slowly withdrew.

"You too—fine, you came from some backwater, but surely you knew what a Taiyi Immortal was. What, did your brain break?