Chapter 87

A dangerous glint appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes: "Heh heh… I always knew there was something strange about your spiritual power—it all comes from the Book Without Words, doesn't it? Unfortunately, if you don't hand over the book today, you'll never leave here alive."

Before Qin Lily could respond—

"The Book Without Words?" Suddenly, a gentle, ethereal voice echoed through the air. From the mist emerged a man clad in white robes, stepping gracefully through the haze. "Lily, what is this 'Book Without Words'? Hmm?"

"Lily, it's been so long since you've come to see me."

Outside Saihuatuo Clinic.

Huangfu Chong's corpse still lay on the ground, untouched.

Most of the Bufu Sect disciples had already fled, leaving only one behind. He knelt beside Huangfu Chong's body, sobbing uncontrollably, his grief overwhelming.