Zhuang Qin's tone became heavier, as if he were replaying the scene of his doppelgänger wailing desperately against cosmic injustice on the day he fell ill and failed in his endeavor. All Zhuang Qin did was explain his failure as a result of poor health and his subsequent miserable mood. He did not expect that deep down, his soul had been twisted by envy and discontent.
Zhuang Qin took a deep breath and continued, "I knew he was in a bad mood, so I didn't say much. I only tried to soothe his temperament. Little did I know that, likely from the moment we received our ranking results, he was already harboring murderous intent towards me."
"While waiting for our summons, he found a drug that would put people to sleep. He slipped it into our food, which we consumed without suspecting anything. Soon, we both lost our strength and fell into a deep sleep."