Charles couldn’t possibly sit back and take the beating. With his face ashen, he commanded his men to surround William. William’s face was full of emptiness, as if since the death of the woman he loved, he too had lost his soul, becoming a soulless creature that neither cries nor laughs, feels neither sorrow nor joy. He simply stared at Charles, speaking with a voice devoid of emotion, "I neither fight nor compete. I know you want to be the next king. Before going out to sea, I even made up my mind that when we returned, no matter what, I would persuade Father to let you ascend. Because I am clearly aware of my own temperament; I’m not suited for that position, nor have I ever thought of competing with you. But why? What has our brotherhood of over twenty years amounted to in your heart? You ruined me, left me crippled, and even took away my last trace of warmth, my hope! She died so tragically, how could you have the heart, how?!?" "Charles, there is a saying in the Eastern Land: worse than pigs and dogs. I never quite understood it before, but now, I do. There are people who wear human skin, but deep down, they are animals." He had come fully prepared, ready to fight to the death! He limped, his archery skills not very good, but he drew a dagger. In the fierce battle, how could a cripple win against able-bodied men? Besides, these days, with a heart more dead than alive, busying himself with arranging the burial for the woman, planning revenge, and so on, physically and mentally, he was long since unable to hold on. But he possessed a fearless spirit! Most people are afraid of death, even these trusted aides loyal to Charles were no exception. He bet his life, exchanging injury for injury, it was a reckless way of fighting, ignoring life and death, yet these trusted aides were intimidated by him. He seized a perfect opportunity, dagger in hand, aiming to pierce Charles’s neck. But just at that moment, suddenly, a tiny flying insect, like a bee, stung his neck. His body was instantly paralyzed, falling backward stiffly, the poison spreading throughout his body in just a moment. Miao Qing had been watching coldly from the side, until William was about to succeed, she intervened and saved Charles’s life. Standing up with a faint expression, she said, "Keep your life, it still has its use." Previously Charles had wanted to make a deal with her, and this deal was concerning the whereabouts of the Eighty Thousand Souls, which interested her greatly. Charles’s face was pale as a ghost, a drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead. He rolled up his sleeve and wiped his forehead, then looked at the motionless William lying on the ground, who appeared to be more dead than alive, with a ghastly expression. Miao Qing said, "Don’t try to deceive me, although we are old acquaintances, if we really count it, our relationship isn’t very deep. And I’m the kind of person who has always been most averse to being tricked by false things." Charles shivered, "How dare I? How dare I? Miss Qing, although I can’t guarantee the accuracy of this information, there was once a herbalist who heard the rallying cries of the Eighty Thousand Souls in a valley!" Then, Charles reported a place name, Miao Qing raised her eyebrows, "I saved your life a while ago, this favor can be exchanged for this piece of information. As for the other request you wanted from me, you might have to ask someone more brilliant." Miao Qing walked out with a calm expression, and naturally, Charles was unwilling.