The technique was called the Surging Pestilence Water Art. And while it was strong, it was also deeply flawed—a desperate attempt to cling to life beyond its natural course. In the end, all those stolen years, all that accumulated longevity, had amounted to nothing but an agonizing death.
Lin Mu exhaled deeply, processing the weight of what he had just learned. He now knew more about the High Elder than the man had ever intended to share, but it still left a question lingering in his mind.
What other secrets did the River Bending Axe Sect hold?
Despite his curiosity, he had already obtained the primary answer he had sought—the location of the hostages.
"Just on the outskirts of Ram Orchard City," Lin Mu confirmed to himself.
With the information in hand, he wasted no time in taking action.
