"Hmm!" Eleven lowered his head, his eyes darkening involuntarily.
"No more bloodletting! Once I've dealt with the trivial matters in the capital, if you want to go back to the Nangong Shenzong sect to save your grandmother and reclaim everything, I'll accompany you no matter the outcome."
Eleven has saved her so many times, how could she just abandon him? Mu Jin thought to herself.
Upon hearing Mu Jin's words, Eleven gazed at Mu Jin, his eyes shining brightly as if stars had fallen into them.
Nangong Shenzong and Nangong Ce stood on that high mountain, gazing towards the capital. The plague was raging in the Eastern Yue Kingdom. He had asked the people from the court for one million taels of silver, but unexpectedly, they never heard from him again.
Unexpectedly, someone who had stayed in Dongyue Kingdom sent him a message by carrier pigeon. Only then did he learn that a disfavored princess of Dongyue Kingdom, the Princess Yun, had actually answered the imperial edict, entered the palace to meet the emperor, and promised to have a good remedy that could cure the plague.
When Nangong Ce learned of this news, he scoffed and didn't take it seriously. After all, from ancient times to the present, apart from Nangong Shenzong, no one had the ability to cure that plague.
Unexpectedly, just a few days later, the letter said that the plague in Dongyue Kingdom had been brought under control by Princess Yun, and the epidemic inside and outside the capital was under control. He couldn't help but panic.
In the past, those old stubborn people held onto the mission of protecting the common people for generations, and when a plague broke out in the world, they would save the people without expecting anything in return.
What does it matter if I do this useless work and am revered by the world, or exist like a god?
Nangong Ce seized the position of sect leader of the Nangong Divine Sect through his own abilities. In just a few years, he earned worldly wealth and enjoyed a life of luxury he had never experienced before, thanks to the pills refined by that old immortal.
Now that someone has replaced Nangong Shenzong and stopped the plague, who will send him mountains of gold and silver and kneel down to beg him to give him the pills that the world regards as elixirs of immortality?
Nangong Ce narrowed his eyes, a fierce glint in them. He turned and asked the medicine boy beside him to bring paper and pen. He quickly wrote on the letter, rolled it up, put it on the carrier pigeon, and tossed the pigeon into the air.
As he watched the carrier pigeon fly towards the capital, Nangong Ce's lips curled up, his eyes revealing malice and treachery.
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