"No way! If this continues, I might not make it much longer before I die of old age."
After a long while, Miao Sang panted heavily and climbed up from the ground. His appearance had changed from looking in his forties to resembling a seventy-year-old man. It wasn't just his hair; even his eyebrows had faint hints of white.
"With my cultivation, I originally could live for several hundred years. Damn that Miao Village!" Miao Sang clenched his fists tightly as he spoke.
"It seems I have to use some drastic measures this time." Miao Sang's eyes flickered, a shadowy glint flashed from the depths of his eyes.
The Gu on Zhang Yuwei was indeed his doing. Over the years, he had traveled to many places, casting Gu on various people, including some with considerable martial prowess.
However, generally speaking, the Gu he cast would absorb the host's life force gently. It would slowly and steadily draw others' life energies to replenish his own consumption.
