Hong Yao staggered slightly as he rose. Seeing this, Yang Lingrui hurried forward and helped him sit down.
He gripped Yang Lingrui's hand tightly, forcing down the grief in his chest. Raising his eyes, he asked, "They wouldn't tell me anything, so I already guessed. Tell me, Zishu—has he... fallen in battle?"
Yang Lingrui's expression dimmed at this, and he slowly nodded.
Although Hong Yao had long since expected this, after receiving confirmation from Yang Lingrui, his body still went numb and weak. He nearly slid from the chair onto the floor.
Hong Yao held Yang Lingrui with one hand and braced himself against the table with the other. After several heavy breaths, he managed to calm himself. "What about the person who killed him?"
"I brought him here."
Yang Lingrui answered softly, then waved his hand and dragged the Demon Child, who moved like a walking corpse, into the room.
Hong Yao lowered his gaze. The grief in his eyes deepened.
When the others told him that Yang Lingrui had already sealed Wen Zishu's corpse away, Hong Yao understood that his former close friend must have suffered inhuman torment before death, leaving his body too ghastly to behold.
Yang Lingrui had sealed him away in order to preserve the last vestige of dignity for this former elder of the Dynasty.
Now, upon seeing the murderer, the fury in Hong Yao's heart could no longer be restrained.
"Ling Rui, help me."
"All right."
Yang Lingrui immediately rose and slowly channeled his true essence into Hong Yao's body, allowing him to perform the art by borrowing Yang Lingrui's power.
Sss... ssss...
Red lightning gathered in Hong Yao's hands, slowly forming the shape of a web that wrapped around the Demon Child's body on the floor.
"Urgh... urgh..."
As the web of