"Reporting to the Great King, this sword is strange!"

After hearing the question from the King of Qin, I immediately realized that this might be my only chance.

So I quickly bowed down and untied the cloth wrapped around my right hand.

The wound in the palm of my hand had turned into a pitch-black crack. I don't know if it was an illusion, but after I revealed the wound, the darkness at the edge of the hall seemed to shrink back.

"Great King, please look at this wound. It was caused by this sword, and it has been more than a month since then."

My voice was respectful, but the meaning was clear. I and he had suffered the same injury, and this injury was peculiar, which couldn't be taken lightly.

The King of Qin aspired to conquer the world. In his eyes, his own life was naturally far more important than mine.

I needed to make him gamble his own life to save mine.

However, after I finished speaking, the King of Qin remained silent for a moment. It wasn't until I couldn't help but raise my head to look at him that I saw him withdraw his gaze from the edge of the hall.

"So, do you know how to heal this wound?"

His tone was calm but carried an aura of not being deceived.

"I don't know," I didn't lie.

Instead of lying, it was better to gain something more significant.

"But Lusheng is willing to serve the King of Qin and seek a way to heal the injury."

"I will try all methods first, and only after I have personally tried them will I use them on the Great King."