Three shadows appeared beside Wan Qiao. As she waved her hand, two other experts appeared near Yan Xiaobao. They seemed confused and uncertain.
"Tell me what happened," Wan Qiao ordered. Her voice was cold, and her eyes sharp. She had personally instructed these two shadows to follow and protect Yan Xiaobao, but now the young man lay unconscious on the ground. His entire body was twisting in pain.
"He cultivated all night," one shadow knelt on the ground and spoke in a hoarse voice. "When he finished his training, he collapsed. We tried to get close to him, but the closer we got, the stronger the pull became. The more we approached him, the more pain he seemed to be in. When we left him alone, he appeared to feel better. We couldn't leave his side to warn you." The shadow continued, his words clear and honest. Wan Qiao nodded and let out a heavy sigh after she sensed energy being drawn from herself.
