"Brother, it really wasn't easy finding you today. But there's something I can't understand—why did you choose me after all these years? I thought you had long since forgotten me."
"After so much time has passed, I don't think there's much use in you looking for me now. My body has been growing weaker by the day. It's not that I don't want to do it; I truly have the will but not the strength."
"Ever since Master sent me here, my physical condition has been declining day by day. Sometimes, I even cough up bright red blood."
"I don't know why. We have doctors here who suppress certain causes of illness, but they have never examined what disease is actually causing me to be like this."
"Let me guess—I've probably been poisoned. But I don't know what kind of poison it is, so I can't save myself. Most importantly, I can't get out of here at all, so there's nothing I can do."
As Ouyang Jing recounted this, Ouyang Jian was deeply shocked. He had no idea what his younger brother had gone through here all these years. He had always thought his brother had been relatively free here.
But he felt that the only thing he could do now was help his brother uncover the truth, because they could not continue being confused like this.
Now that their master was dead, investigating this matter had become even more impossible. More importantly, they needed to find a way to determine exactly what had caused his younger brother to end up in this condition.
However, Ouyang Jian did not want to discuss this matter with Ouyang Jing yet, because he felt that telling him would place enormous pressure on him.
He knew that Ouyang Jing already felt guilty about this.