This generation of Ghost Valley had no Master. The previous Master, however, possessed an Elixir that could add a hundred years to a person's life. He had not consumed it himself. Instead, he gave it to Wu Fa, a seven-year-old child on the brink of death.
Wu Fa had never forgotten this kindness, and some of the Elders of Ghost Valley often spoke of it. For Wu Fa, Ghost Valley was an obligation he carried, a heavy brick in his right hand.
While Wang Cai was kind, the Wang family of Taiyuan was a different matter. This marriage was originally Wang Cai's affair. Even if she permitted Murong Yezi and Wu Tian's return, the Wang family of Taiyuan would not agree.
"If I were to die, would all these shackles finally leave me?" Wu Fa laughed loudly, even as blood streamed from his mouth, ears, and eye sockets.
In the end, his expression stiffened, and he collapsed to the ground.
"No!" Murong Yezi and Wang Cai cried out in grief.
