Chen Zui was familiar with the routine by now. He deftly fed the man a pill, then slung him over his shoulder and went to meet up with Junior Brother Bian.
Bian Chunchou stood beside Wang Jiwen. If this dried-up old man had not been so brittle, he truly would have liked to use all eighteen weapons in his arsenal on him. But even without that, the withered old man had already been completely shattered.
"You—you dare—"
Wang Jiwen could say with absolute certainty that even his closest disciples knew nothing of his plan. But why did these people seem able to predict the future, bringing the Creation Giant Tree into Rongyuan City?! He had never heard of the Creation Giant Tree leaving Pingshui City. Why?! Why was Heaven so unfair?!
Bian Chunchou seemed to understand perfectly and fired back with uncanny precision. "You mean the Creation Giant Tree? I happened to bring it in by accident. Who knew it would be exactly the right remedy? My apologies, Master Wang."
Those words were infuriating beyond measure. Wang Jiwen spat out another mouthful of heart's blood. "Y-you-you-you—"
"Now that Master Wang's lifelong wish has gone up in smoke, I suppose once you descend into hell, you'll die with your eyes wide open, won't you?" Bian Chunchou spread his hands and offered his final deathbed blessing.
Blood flowed from Wang Jiwen's seven orifices. His entire body looked like a dried corpse left to wither in the wind. But he hated it! He had calculated everything, yet he had never imagined he would lose to a few fledgling brats. It was the shame of a lifetime! The shame of a lifetime! He could not let it end like this!
"Heh—hehehe—" The sound seemed to be squeezed out of an old, broken bellows. Wang