Chapter 97: The Cost of Hope
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"Brother Wuji, are you alright?"
Back at Drunken Moon Pavilion, Murong Haitang cast a worried glance at Ying Wuji, who sat silently beside her.
Women often had a keen sense for emotions, and though Ying Wuji usually exuded calm, she could tell something weighed on his mind.
Ying Wuji shook his head slightly, indicating he was fine. Yet, after a moment, he extended his palm, revealing an ominous aura clinging to it.
"My time is running out," he murmured softly.
A faint, deathly energy swirled around his hand, its presence undeniable.
Murong Haitang sighed deeply. She was all too aware of the cost of Ying Wuji's technique. Though it granted unparalleled power, it consumed his vitality in return. And abandoning the technique now was not an option—it had become inseparable from his existence.
"Looking at Mr. Bai's breakthrough, it seems he used something capable of restoring vitality," Ying Wuji said, narrowing his eyes.
"You don't mean to..." Murong Haitang's voice faltered, her eyes widening in realization.