A staggering figure fled rapidly through the forest.
It was Wang Cangyun.
His usual majestic air was gone, replaced by a pathetic-looking state.
The illegitimate son of the Wei family lay on his back. The boy clung tightly to Wang Cangyun's shoulders as he was jostled about, his chest soaked with something warm and wet—it was Wang Cangyun's blood.
A gruesome wound gaped open on Wang Cangyun's back, revealing white bone beneath. Fresh blood gushed out ceaselessly.
The boy cried, tears and blood mingling on his pale face. "Uncle Yun! Leave me behind! I can't drag you down!"
The tears were his, but the blood was Wang Cangyun's.
Wang Cangyun didn't slow his pace. His tone was resolute as he shook his head. "Young Master! This old official was entrusted with a task, and I must see it through!"
Grief washed over the boy. "But—!"
