บท 346: An Imminent War

Meng Yuliang felt a surge of relief. "It's a misunderstanding," he quickly said, "We're all family. This must be some sort of misunderstanding." 

His body was drenched in blood from the consecutive blasts he had endured, his life force rapidly ebbing away. Even an expert of the fourth-level bone pattern realm, with his vigorous blood and qi, couldn't withstand such massive blood loss.

"A misunderstanding?" Qin Huai's voice was frosty. "Perhaps you could enlighten me. How did you acquire this human skin mask, and why did my dear third brother instruct you to impersonate me?"

"Will I live if I tell you?" Meng Yuliang asked, hope flickering in his eyes.

"Of course, you can live if you work for me," Qin Huai responded without missing a beat.