"PFFT! PFFT!"
Wei Zhen spat out a mouthful of blood, and two streams of blood mist erupted from his back.
The next moment, Wei Zhen's body swayed, and he collapsed to the ground.
Zheng Fan was unsure of Wei Zhen's rank as a Qi cultivator, though it hardly mattered now; he was already dead, having taken his own life.
Previously, by daring to stand before Lord Jingnan, he had already gambled with his life. He knew that Lord Jingnan not striking him personally didn't mean he was safe; Lord Jingnan would never let him leave this place alive. He was merely a eunuch; the hierarchy of superior and inferior could not be defied! If he didn't kill himself, his foster father, Wei Zhonghe, would have had to personally clean house. He didn't want Wei Zhonghe to kill him, as that would only cause his foster father more pain.
At the moment Wei Zhen fell, Wei Zhonghe's mouth opened slightly, his eyes tinged with red.
