章節 96: Young Love

Inside a cave in Kafrin clan was a recuperating ancestor with his beard swaying with the wind. His avatar had been slain by Lyon during their encounter in Snake Den thus left a soul wound inside him.

A wounded soul was really tough to heal than physical ones and the medicine for it was even rarer, not to mention the sky-high price. Currently, in Deo, the pill-makers capable of making such medicines were probably among the top three. Even a big empire might not have one, not to mention a mere clan.

The ancestor's eyes suddenly twitched before he vomited blood. With blood stricken mouth he spoke while his hands trembled, "My-my-my lineage is dead! It's over... it's all over!". He slumped down before screaming as if he lamented the gods above.

His cries echoed inside the cave as his hair slowly disheveled and his face grew more wrinkles than it should. The rapid age progression wasn't the side effect of the method he cultivates but it was from the tragedy of loss.