Jing Jiu walked out as the wooden door was opened.
The child heard the coughing inside the room, and shocked, got up and ran inside
The coughing echoed in the lonely room. The white paper on the table hadn't been filled up with words yet, and was instead covered in blood, looking like a plum flower.
Tian Jingren's face was pale, and he appeared to be in incredible.
The child, pale and trembling, asked, "Master! Master! What happened?!!"
Tian Jingren didn't listen to him, staring in the direction where Jing Jiu was heading as he panted uncontrollably, his pupil-less eyes like those of a dead fish.
"Bright silvery light…silvery light all over…Who are you?"
The child had never seen his master so bewildered, as he asked nervously, "Master, should we leave here now?"
After a while, Tian Jingren had finally calmed down, shaking his head with a great deal of effort.