Chapter 1336 Catalyst

• Time is the best catalyst. Jayce used his Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles and worked on Ling Ri-tian for over an hour, finally driving most of the chill out of Ling Ri-tian’s body. The old man’s breathing eased, and comfort flowed back into him.
• No one could imagine the torment and despair that gripped him on stormy nights—pain like needles driven into bone, a misery that made him think about ending it just to stop the suffering.
• It was a pain worse than living. Ling Ri-tian had gotten used to dancing on the knife-edge between life and death, every single time.