The moment Jian Ran finished speaking, he sensed something wrong behind him. He spun around and saw a dark shadow flash past near Lu Yanting.
"Watch out!" he blurted.
But he realized he was too late. The old man had darted behind Lu Yanting and already seized his throat. His aged, sinister voice rang out.
"Why should I fight you?"
"You really don't know how to respect your elders or cherish the young."
Jian Ran's eyes nearly split with fury. "Let him go!"
"What if I don't?" A smile spread across the old man's deeply wrinkled face, his mouthful of black teeth sickening to behold. "Killing him will preserve the Zhong family's bloodline and ensure its prosperity forever."
"What do you think I'll do?"
Jian Ran: "!!!!"
So this was why the Villain had to die!
That curse had been passed down through the Prince of Zhennan's lineage just to preserve the Zhong family's bloodline?!
How vicious!
At the thought, he trembled with rage, sweat beading in the palm clenched around his life-bound sword.
"Don't worry about me. Kill him!" Lu Yanting said hoarsely. "I don't want to hold you back!"
As he spoke, he actually pressed his carotid artery toward the old man's sharp nails.
Jian Ran shouted urgently, "Don't move! If you die, what meaning would being in this world have for me? I might as well leave!"
Lu Yanting froze at his words. "You... where are you going?"
"I, I-you don't need to worry about that." Jian Ran thought, Shit, I fucking let it slip again!
"Right. I'm nobody to you anyway. I have no right to ask, and you don't need to care whether I live or die!" Lu Yanting lowered his eyes, looking dejected.
Jian Ran said, "...How could you have no right? You're my..."