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Sang, Lord Sang?
Xiao Tao Rui thought she must be seeing things.
Sang Qingxiao held back her tears. "Peach Blossom, don't be afraid. Sister will take you home."
Is it really Sang, Lord Sang? Xiao Tao Rui mustered all her strength to grasp Sang Qingxiao's hand, desperately voicing her thoughts. "I bought some rouge from the Sparrow Branch for Grandma Liu. Please help me take it to her. I can't go in this state; please find an excuse for her not to worry about me."
"Foolish girl, Grandma Liu is just a bit confused due to her illness, reminiscing about her youth. How could you hold onto that in your heart? Not only did you remember, but you also overexerted your demon power to gather Peach Blossom Dew to buy rouge. But that cheap rouge can't compare to your place in her heart."
"If it weren't for the rouge, you wouldn't have encountered that thief. If it weren't for the rouge, you wouldn't have overexerted your demon power and ended up in a situation where you couldn't save yourself."
"Foolish girl, you're being foolish!"
Xiao Tao Rui felt a pang of regret but quickly let it go. "It's fine this way. Sang, Lord Sang, please take care of Grandma Liu for a while longer. I'll wait for her on the Underworld Road. If I can get Yama's permission, I can be reborn in the next life."
Sang Qingxiao couldn't bring herself to tell her that Grandma Liu had passed away. Instead, she comforted her, "Don't think like that, my dear. Let me stabilize your condition first. You know Old Vine's medical skills are excellent; it won't be long before you recover. Once you're healed, you'll still be able to take care of Grandma Liu."
"Sang, Lord Sang, even if Uncle Teng's medical skills are good, they can't save a life. I know my condition; I've already sustained damage from the beginning—injuries compounding upon injuries—there's no hope for recovery."
The situation was indeed as Xiao Tao Rui described, but Sang Qingxiao refused to give up. She cast complex spring charms onto Xiao Tao Rui without knowing how much time had passed.
A voice called from outside the door—Misha asking how Xiao Tao Rui was doing. "I've found her a set of clothes."
Sang Qingxiao opened the door and then closed it again. When she opened it once more, she was holding a neatly arranged outfit for Xiao Tao Rui, who had a cloth covering her face.
Was there still hope for her?
Sang Qingxiao answered with silence; the sorrow and anger in her eyes spoke volumes.
Misha raised her hand to check Xiao Tao Rui's pulse at her neck. "Old Vine... is there really nothing we can do?"
Life had nearly slipped away; even if there was still a breath left, Xiao Tao Rui had overexerted her demon power. Without that power to aid in recovery, such severe injuries were beyond Old Vine's ability to heal.
Misha clenched and unclenched her fists several times, unable to suppress the rage boiling within her. "I'll go kill them!"
"Wait!"
Sang Qingxiao interjected. "This matter concerning Peach Blossom cannot just end like this! Demon life is still life!"
"But Peach Blossom is my Spirit Familiar," Sang Qingxiao said firmly. "If anyone is going to take action, it should be me!"
Misha countered urgently, "No! You are a Demon Catcher; killing a demon is one thing, but how can you kill a person? Moreover, this person has influence; even if Yongxin Marquis intervenes to kill him, he must weigh the pros and cons of the political landscape first. If I act, it's different—I am Leopard Demon Lizu; once I succeed, I can leave Jingjing City without consequence."
"You are already my Spirit Familiar; your killing is my killing as well! This debt will fall on my head."
"Let's put on a show and tell everyone that I've severed ties with you, that I've betrayed you."
"No." Sang Qingxiao interrupted him, handing Xiao Tao Rui over. Misha could only gently accept it.
She wanted to persuade him further, but then she heard her say, "Who says a Demon Catcher can't kill? I can not only kill him, but I also won't pay any price for it!"
Sang Qingxiao followed the sound of wailing and found a crowd of people lying on the ground.
Without asking, it was clear that Misha had made her move; she had merely incapacitated them.
Among the crowd, one man who had been hit the hardest was still slurring his words as he shouted, "Do you know who I am?! Do you know who my father is?!"
Sang Qingxiao stepped forward, crouching down in front of the man. "Why don't you tell me? Who are you? And who is your father?"
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