Synopsis
There's a rumor that Ye Peitian's blood can pull the near-dead back from the edge. So every righteous hero and their cousin came swarming — all of them hiding their real intentions behind banners of justice. He buried them all under Yellow Sand. Then lay there in a pool of his own blood, body barely holding together. A woman appeared at the edge of the battlefield. She was walking toward him. Ye Peitian managed a sneer — just barely. Even a low-level saint was trying to pick at his corpse now. He shut his eyes. Then felt something warm settle…
