"Huff."
The Seventh Prince of Great Xia hid in a cliffside cave. Feeling the pain coursing through his body and his eyes about to close beyond his control, he bit down hard on his tongue, forcing himself to stay as awake as possible.
But just then—
A burst of footsteps suddenly sounded from the ground above. He heard the barking of hunting dogs and urgent shouts, and a trace of despair flashed through his eyes.
He could conceal his divine sense and prevent himself from being detected by divine sense, but his injuries were too severe. The bloody scent on his body was difficult to hide, and the enemy had a hunting dog capable of tracking auras.
He had already been exposed.
At the final moment, he gritted his teeth, pulled a storage ring from his robes, swiftly scanned his surroundings, and hid it beneath a stone in the cave. Then he cut off a corner of his clothes and tossed it inside the cave.
After that, he gathered his last shred of strength, preparing to rush out of the cave and lure the enemy away.
If his master learned of his death and came searching for traces of him, he should be able to find his clothing in this cave and thus smoothly discover the supreme treasure he had prepared for his master inside the storage ring.
It was already a dead end.
"Was it still not enough in the end?"
Perhaps at the brink of death, human potential was always limitless. The wounds that had been inflicting bone-devouring pain upon him suddenly no longer hurt at all. His body even felt somewhat weightless, while countless scenes flashed through his mind in an instant.
There were scenes of him practicing swordsmanship in the palace in the past.
There were