Perhaps it was that Gu Youyou was shocked, and her skills faltered while taking Tian Jizi's pulse. He wasn't dead at all, just so weak that he fainted, and the person who got up afterward was merely the confused Tian Jizi, suffering from dementia, unable to even recognize himself.
Or perhaps, in that final moment, it was Tian Jizi's last flash of vitality.
Who could really know?
Seeing these two women quieting down, Yue Rujing became even more convinced that their master's death was suspicious.
In Yue Rujing's heart, Tian Jizi was worthy of more respect than his own father.
How could he let his master die so ambiguously? What are these people trying to do? Are they trying to cover up the truth about his death? No wonder senior brother feels uneasy; now that he's dead, he just wants to know the truth—is that too much to ask?
"How exactly did my master die?" Yue Rujing grabbed Gu Youyou's wrist and shouted at her loudly.
