Accompanied by his Personal Guard, Ruan Tai strode out of the City Lord's Mansion, where a few people immediately came forward to greet him.
"Brother Ruan," asked Meng Liangzuo, a man dressed as a middle-aged scholar.
"How did it go?"
"Just as you predicted, Brother Meng," Ruan Tai nodded.
"Every time I mentioned seeing the City Lord, Situ Kongli would just change the subject. She simply wouldn't let me see him."
"I'm afraid the City Lord's condition has deteriorated to a critical point."
"There's no doubt about it," Meng Liangzuo said with a smile.
"Although the Life-Locking Pill can extend a severely injured person's life by a year, their condition will worsen after six months."
"The last two months are filled with agonizing pain and suffering. Very few actually live for the full year."
"Sigh!" Ruan Tai glanced back with a complicated expression.
