Close to Death

As soon as his voice fell, he raised the long sword in his hand and stabbed it directly into his heart with a whoosh.

"Ugh!"

The owner of Rejuvenating Hall's eyes were wide open in terror, and he couldn't even scream. He just let out a muffled grunt, blood overflowing from his mouth, and his body twitching slightly, until, with a gulp, his body became stiff, and those eyes were still wide open in terror.

After watching the human at his feet die, the silver wolf turned around, its bloodthirsty gaze falling on the two elderly men with the medicinal pills. It took a step towards them. Anyone who dared to lay a hand on its young master must die!

Hao'er did not try to stop them, and he didn't even look at the two elderly men behind him. He drew his long sword, wiped the blood off it, and then sheathed it before walking towards his younger siblings.

"It's alright, don't be afraid," he said, patting their heads awkwardly in a low voice of reassurance.