Long Chen dared not probe any further and quickly retracted his hand. His pupils constricted, trembling slightly.
But he soon shook his head again. "No! That's impossible! I don't believe it!"
Unwilling to give up his last shred of hope, he took out the small amount of Dragon Blood he had left and slowly dripped it onto Chu Lingjun's brow. After expending the Dragon Blood, Long Chen became even weaker. His face and lips were pallid, completely drained of color, and his vision began to blur.
When the Dragon Blood dripped onto Chu Lingjun's brow and still produced no effect, Long Chen's face turned ashen. Is it really hopeless?
He shook his head, filled with guilt. If it hadn't been for him, Chu Lingjun wouldn't have ended up like this. She would still be the most outstanding member of the Martial Ancestor's new generation. But now, she was about to perish here...
Thinking of this, Long Chen felt his heart ache with sorrow.
