Ties to the Heavenly Sword Sect

“I’m sorry, Jingshu,” Wu Jian said after thoroughly studying the emperor’s body.

Hou Jingshu closed her eyes, took a deep, slow breath, then released it. She slowly relaxed the hands that had been clenched into fists.

“It’s okay.” She opened her eyes and smiled at him. “I knew the possibility that you would be able to cure him was a long shot. Don’t worry. So long as we get the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Spring Water from Hua Xue, we can have someone refine the Nirvana Soothing Pill.”

Wu Jian nodded as though to agree, but deep down, he was aggrieved that he could do nothing to help. His loved one’s father was suffering, yet he didn’t have the power to do anything about it. That kind of helplessness mirrored how he felt during the attack on his clan. He hadn’t been able to do anything back then either.