"A dying person?"
"What's wrong with you?"
Yi Feng frowned and hurriedly asked.
"I am one cursed by fate!"
Misty Red gave a bitter smile, then told him everything from beginning to end.
It turned out that one hundred thousand years ago, after Misty Red's ancestor established Sword Valley, he ventured into a forbidden land. When he emerged, he discovered that he had been afflicted by a curse. This curse would continue down through the bloodline, carried from birth. It passed through three stages before finally causing the victim to explode and die.
Thus, generation after generation, Sword Valley's Piao family had worked tirelessly to break this curse.
In the end, they finally found a method: before reaching the final stage, one had to use the Dragon Fish Horn.
But Dragon Fish were not something one could find merely by wishing for them. Thus, ninety-nine percent of the Piao bloodline had perished beneath this curse.
Now it was Misty Red's turn, and she too had been tormented by the curse, struggling desperately to break free of it.
Who could have known?
They had found the Dragon Fish, but Misty Red had long since passed the second stage and entered the final one.
In other words, even with the Dragon Fish now, it was still of no use to her.
No wonder her expression had been so complicated after obtaining the Dragon Fish.
She had clearly found the medicine that could save her life, only to already be terminally ill.
"It's nothing."
"For the past hundred thousand years, everyone in Sword Valley has grown used to it."
Misty Red forced a brave smile. "And this curse is not entirely a bad thing. At the very least, ever since we bore this curse, Sword Valley's cultivation speed has far surpassed that of