"Let's go and see what's happened."
Lin Jinyu, Lin Jinzhou, and Lin Jinyun, the three brothers, exchanged glances and followed without needing any words.
"Let's go too."
Wang Meng, Feng Yi, and Shitou, filled with apprehension, charged out of the camp like their feet were on fire.
"Yixuan."
When Lin Qingluo appeared in Lin Yixuan's tent and saw his pale face, weak vitality, and a large blood stain on his chest, her heart gave a painful throb.
Without a second thought, she stuffed a Spirit Pill into his mouth. Her right hand, glowing with Spiritual Power, pressed on his chest.
A gentle stream of Spiritual Power flowed out from her palm, infiltrated his heart and lungs, and began repairing the damaged connections.
"Sister..."
"Father... Father is dead... the Cold Palace is on fire... He and that woman... They're both dead..." Said Lin Yixuan, blood suddenly flowing out from the corners of his mouth, "It hurts so much..."
"Yixuan."