No Hope in Despair

"Cough! Cough, cough, cough!"

As everyone nursed their own thoughts, Fu Sinian suddenly began coughing violently.

"What, suffering a backlash?" Lian Yongan turned back to look at him and asked.

"No. Just an old wound acting up." Fu Sinian shook his head. "Who knows what trick that Jiang Beiran used, but the Heart-Devouring Gu inside me hasn't flared up. By rights, the few of us should have turned into puddles of rotten flesh by now."

Lian Yongan shook his head and replied, "I don't know either, but it definitely has something to do with that Imperial Gu."

"Cough, cough..." After coughing twice more, Fu Sinian abruptly stood and took two Spirit Pills from his Universe Ring, stuffing them into his mouth.

"That wound of yours... Hm!?" As Lian Yongan spoke, his eyes suddenly widened. "Where are the talismans on your hands!?"

Hearing the shock in Lian Yongan's voice, the other Mystic Saints and Mystic Venerables, who had been resting with their eyes closed, also opened their eyes and looked toward Fu Sinian.

"Keep your voice down." Fu Sinian flexed his wrist. "They're undone. Jiang Beiran's Talisman Lock may be formidable, but he was still too careless. He actually took it for granted that we didn't have any skilled Talisman Masters on our side."

"Brother Sinian, impressive... Wait, since when did you know talismans? Weren't you researching Alchemy?"

After loosening up his hands and feet, Fu Sinian smiled and said, "If I let others know everything, would it still be this easy for me to get free?"

As Fu Sinian spoke, he walked over to Lian Yongan, crouched down, and began chanting an incantation.

After spending roughly half an incense stick's worth of time, he helped Lian Yongan open the Talisman Locks on both his hands and feet.

"Phew~ Thanks."

Letting