"I can still accompany you for quite some time, at least three or four years," said Nalan Shuo nonchalantly.
"Nonsense! You've been eroded to this extent; how could you possibly have a few years left?!"
Yang Xiao couldn't bring himself to voice his next words. When he used the Ghost Lantern to check, he could vaguely sense Nalan Shuo's current condition was poor, and maintaining a year's life would be the limit.
Nalan Shuo didn't argue, just smiled, with bitterness hidden in the smile.
"You're a second-level commissioner at the Patrol Defense Office; they won't ignore you, right?"
"We'll go to the Provincial Office, and if that doesn't work, we'll go to the General Bureau. The General Bureau nurtures so many experts; they must have a way!" Yang Xiao couldn't bear to see Nalan Shuo die before his eyes.
Suddenly, as if a thought struck him, Yang Xiao reached into his pocket and pulled out a small porcelain bottle. He uncorked it, and impatiently poured out a round elixir.
