Late night, at the Duke National Protector's Mansion.
In the Lianhua Courtyard, a group of servants were bustling around, the smell of blood filling the entire yard.
The bright room was filled with moving figures.
"Uncle Long, how is it? Can Xin'er still be saved?" At this moment, a middle-aged beautiful woman looked at Wu Xuanxin on the bed with worry on her face.
She had only one son, Wu Xuanxin, who was once outstanding and envied by others.
But who would have thought that all had changed overnight due to an unexpected misfortune.
Wu Zhonglong's face slightly tensed, he shook his head: "His life is not in danger, but..."
"But what?" The middle-aged beautiful woman's heart skipped a beat, and a sense of foreboding rose up.
"From now on, he can only be an ordinary person."
"What?" The middle-aged beautiful woman's face changed drastically, and all the blood drained from her face: "Uncle Long, what do you mean?"
"He can never cultivate again."