Lan Ji… was dead!
The Heavenly Spring's Saint Son helped himself to a sip of strong wine. The bitter flavor expanded on his tongue immediately. Trickles of wine fell from the corners of his mouth to the ground.
Sorrow flooded his eyes. He threw the tumbler on the table, trying to press down his agony.
Chi Ji sat cross-legged by the Heavenly Spring's Saint Son. She was dumbstruck when she heard him.
Lan Ji… was dead? How could it be?
Chi Ji was bewildered, looking at the Heavenly Spring's Saint Son. His wine was running from his tumbled glass, puddling the table.
She didn't know why she was chilled and mournful.
Lu Ji had been killed, and now Lan Ji was dead too… It was really horrible.
Checking the handsome side of the Saint Son's face secretly, she found him trying to suppress his flame of wrath.
