The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 11

 Sean only glanced at Old Master Larson before withdrawing his gaze and closing his eyes to rest. “Haha! Master Graham, just tell me how many days I have left to live.  “Birth, aging, illness, and death are the circle of life.” Old Master Larson laughed heartily. He did not seem to care much. “You can count on me to save Old Master Larson. “Young Master Yates had told me about Old Master Larson’s illness before I came. “So I’ve brought the medicine with me.” Greg said lightly with pride on his face. Then he slowly took out a small box. “Old Master Larson, you can take it now.” Greg picked up the small box and put it on the table. “Okay, let me try!” Old Master Larson smiled faintly and stretched out his hand. “What is it?” Just then, Sean, who had been quiet all along, asked slowly. “It’s medicine for the damp-heat constitution.” Greg glanced at Sean with some disdain in his eyes. It was ridiculous that a young punk dared to steal his client. “Take it if you want to die.” What Sean said next instantly made Old Master Larson stop putting the pill into his mouth. “B*stard! What do you mean?” Hugo shouted as he slammed the table, got up, and pointed at Sean. Sean did