Within the Saintdragon Shrine at Great Saintdragon Peak, a bloody mist permeated the area, surrounding the dragon pillars and throne; the place looked like a microcosm of hell. The three Dragon Imperials of Veildragon palace, Li Xiaoyan, and Apothecary Li stood side by side within the hall with Li Shenjian kneeling in front of them. His face was pale and his wounds had yet to recover. He was even shuddering, his expression faint.

"I'm sorry, Aunt... sorry..." he said as he held his throat. Too many albi near his throat had been crushed and his spine was nearly severed. He had to hold his neck to make sure it wouldn't sway around.

As he spoke, a ghostly figure emerged from the bloody mist. Li Shenjian looked up at Li Wushuang and stifled some...