C577 Two Poisons

Perhaps they simply wanted to witness how he met his end.

Qin Tan had resigned himself to the notion of his imminent death. He had coughed up so much blood that his white robe was almost entirely stained a dark crimson. Yet, against all odds, his consciousness remained sharp, even more so than during the days of his illness.

The wait was excruciating.

The sound of footsteps approached