Bab 1326: Taste of one's own medicine

"Cough, cough!"

Su Boyang coughed out blood. His face was as pale as wax paper.

Over the hundreds of thousands of years since he became an Elder of the Pillheart Sect, Su Boyang was always treated with utmost respect by other large factions. People would be afraid that they failed to entertain him well enough. Numerous Heavenly South Great World experts, including figures like King Yi, would prepare substantial gifts for him, hoping that he would refine pills for them.

Su Boyang believed that he would live the rest of his life in such a hallowed state, experiencing the full range of wealth the martial world had to offer him, the life of a star.

He never imagined that there would come a day when he and his martial nephew would be hung on a cliff together.

It was extremely insulting!

"Martial Uncle, will… someone… from the sect save us…"