In the side room of the Weiming Sect, Mu Shanxue cautiously placed Chonghe on the bed. His face, rarely showing panic, was tense with his hands tightly clenched under the sleeves, his knuckles turning pale. The Sect Leader of Weiming Sect pointed his right fingertip at Chonghe's brow, eyes closed, as everyone else had already been driven from the room.
Footsteps echoed, and with a cold face, the Taoist with the Jade Crown entered the room.
Mu Shanxue steadied himself, saluting the Taoist. The Taoist's gaze passed over Mu Shanxue's shoulder, seeing Chonghe, quietly lying on the bed. The young Taoist appeared just as usual, as if merely asleep. His skin pale, eyelashes faintly trembling, resembling a butterfly.
But he could no longer wake up.
The Jade Crown Taoist's breathing became slightly heavier. Retracting his gaze, he spoke, his voice seeming to be bitten out from his teeth: "What exactly happened?"
Mu Shanxue calmed down, narrating the events bit by bit.
