Qi Hong sneered coldly, "Fine, I'll kill you, this little wretch, along with him."
Hearing Qi Hong's insult again, Chu Yan's heart was deeply pained.
In that moment of distraction, Qi Hong had already grabbed his hand and pulled him forward. Chu Yan, still puzzled, saw a surge of black mist emanate from Qi Hong's chest. His hand, held tightly by Qi Hong, was forced to grasp something.
The texture felt like wood.
Chu Yan's pupils contracted sharply.
It was peachwood!
He wanted to cry out, but Qi Hong, now feeble, managed to say his last words to him:
"Remember, you killed Emperor Qi. You are now a great hero of Mu Nation. Seize this opportunity..."
Heh, Nanli and her cursed mouth.
Turns out, she was right about his fragile fate and short life.
The black mist swirled around the hall, chaotic and thick. The voices of those present became muffled, and visibility was nearly zero.
Yet, in the next moment, the black mist began to fade.