Although this Central Emperor is destined to die young, she hasn't finished what she needs to do yet. She can't let him die so quickly—it would be far too easy for him.
"Yes, High Priest."
Leng Yikun responded, raised his hand to take the porcelain bottle, walked to the Central Emperor's side, knelt down, and forcibly shoved a medicinal pill into his mouth.
Originally, he intended to withdraw his hand, but when his gaze met the resentful glare in the Central Emperor's eyes, he immediately let out a cold sneer, raised his hand, and slapped the Central Emperor's face several times.
"You still have the energy to glare at me? Instead of wasting it, why not think carefully about what kind of death awaits you next?"
"Who... who are you people?"
The Central Emperor's entire body was wracked with unbearable pain, as if his very bones had been broken and reconstructed.
