Master Tao raised an eyebrow, looking at the handle on the bed, speaking with some irritation.
As she spoke, the branches of the peach tree outside grew even more lush, spreading and enclosing the great hall as if coming to life, all the overwhelming presence now surrounding the dying, emaciated Elf King.
But facing her questioning, the handle merely shook his head, he sighed, his seemingly completely dried-up eyes staring straight at the peach in front of him, finally saying,
"It's not you, it's Gui, she's not right..."
"Gui? What about that guy..."
Just as the siblings confronted each other, Fisher suddenly figured something out, his gaze suddenly becoming sharp.
He had thought of a way to break the stalemate, although very risky, he had to try, otherwise they would all die here, die at the hands of the Nineteenth Rank Master Tao!
