Down the main jade boulevard of Emerald City came a spectacle that made Gu Changsheng narrow his eyes from the porch of the [Gu Family Flying Courtyard].
A hundred luxurious, silk-curtained stretchers were being carried into the plaza by four hundred breathless servants.
Lying on the lead stretcher was a sixty-eight-year-old Rank 6 Peak cultivator in dragon-embroidered city-lord robes: Lord Meng, the Old Lord of Emerald City, along with his tearful sixteen-year-old granddaughter Meng Yao. And lying on the ninety-nine stretchers behind him were the wealthiest clan patriarchs, herb tycoons, and sect elders of Worlds #4 and #5—including seventy-year-old Patriarch Zhou of the Thousand-Leaf Chamber of Commerce!
Every single one of those hundred wealthy, high-ranking elders looked gaunt, pale, and drenched in cold sweat.
As the bronze clock tower in the center of the plaza struck eleven o’clock, all one hundred elders on the stretchers suddenly clutched their chests. Moreover, Stomachs at the exact same second, curling up like boiled shrimp and groaning in bone-deep agony!
“Agh—! My heart meridian! It feels like ten thousand hot needles are chewing on my dantian!”
Old City Lord Meng gasped, his fingernails digging into the silk mattress of his stretcher.
“Twelve o’clock is almost here! It’s been exactly one hundred and eighty days since Immortal Doctor Chen Ao’s last Gold-Needle treatment!” seventy-year-old Patriarch Zhou wailed on the second stretcher, clutching his lower back and stomach.
