However, at this very moment, Gu Santong's laughter abruptly ceased, his face fixed with a bizarre smile, and from the corners of his mouth began to flow a trail of blood, twisting like a small snake, staining his grizzled beard and dripping onto the ground.
"Self-destructing the heart meridian...?"
Jiang Dali's expression was filled with confusion as he extended two fingers to touch the other's pulse, then slowly withdrew them, vaguely guessing the reason for the other's suicide, feeling a moment of emotion.
"Gu Santong is truly as his name suggests, rigid and uncommunicative, stubborn beyond measure.
Even though you knew you had a son, you still wouldn't go against your promise to leave the Heavenly Prison Ninth Floor to see your son.
You didn't refuse to see your son, it was clear you were unwilling to bend the knee to Zhu Wushi..."
With Gu Santong's strength, how could a mere Heavenly Prison Ninth Floor contain him?
