Beneath the red sun in the vast sky, blood splashed three feet.
After passing on his position, the Medicine Gate Master chose to take his own life. He made no pleas and left no instructions. Only in one fleeting moment did he look back, impassively, on everything that had happened.
"Your disciple Jiang Qi pays his respects, Master!"
"Your disciple Tang Wuchen pays his respects, Master!"
When they first became his disciples, he had thought little of either of them. One only knew how to cause trouble; the other was as timid as a mouse.
Yes, Jiang Qi had been the troublemaker, while Tang Wuchen had been the timid one-a Tang Wuchen who bore not the slightest resemblance to the man he was now.
Later, Jiang Qi awakened his innate talent, gaining a pair of otherworldly eyes that no one else possessed.
The entire sect had been swept up in joy, including him, its master.
At the time, almost none of the Medicine Gate disciples had any sense of the hidden danger. Tang Wuchen alone had.
The very day after Jiang Qi awakened his talent, Tang Wuchen came to him and proposed that they conceal Jiang Qi's awakening from outsiders.
What had he thought back then? That it was absurd, that this disciple was far too timid. Of course, he had also considered the possibility that Tang Wuchen was jealous of Jiang Qi.
As their master, and as the Medicine Gate Master who wished to bring his sect to greater glory, he had rejected the proposal without mercy.
Who could have imagined that Tang Wuchen's premonition would one day come true?
Because the Medicine Gate had never deliberately restricted Jiang Qi's use of his talent in front of others, disaster had finally found them.
The initial incidents had not been