“Why did you do this?” The Chief Libationist wasn’t expecting Emperor Jing Run to commit suicide. He wanted to stop him, but he was too late.0

Or maybe he wasn’t planning to stop him in the first place.0

“Cough… I didn’t know you were so hypocritical, teacher!” Emperor Jing Run taunted between coughs. “You were hoping that I would die, weren’t you?” The Chief Libationist didn’t say anything, and that in itself was an admission.0

“I don’t need to borrow your hands for this. I can do it myself.”0

Emperor Jing Run’s vitality was weakening, and his voice was growing deeper. However, a strange smile appeared on his face as he said, “I’m afraid I’m going to have to disappoint you though.”0

The Chief Libationist frowned. For some reason, he suddenly felt uneasy. “What do you mean?” 0

“No one will sit on this throne even after I’m dead.”2

Emperor Jing Run continued to smile eerily....0