The people who followed Five Poisons saw he was dead and simply dispersed. None of them felt any grief for him.
Lan Zhengxiong, however, had a worried look on his face, prompting a puzzled Xia Qian to ask, "Uncle Lan, what's wrong?"
"Five Poisons is dead," Lan Zhengxiong said, "but we never got the antidote."
The Arrow Queen's expression turned solemn.
The Arrow King chuckled. "Everyone has to die eventually. Not dying at the hands of that disgusting Five Poisons is a blessing in itself. It's just... I really wanted all of you to live."
Lan Zhengxiong and the Arrow Queen shook their heads. If one of them had to die, they would each choose themselves.
Wu Tian hadn't expected to find such men of honor among the Seven Saints of Dragon Country. It seemed there were good and bad people among them after all.
"You're lucky you ran into my dad," the little guy suddenly declared.
