"Miss Su!"
Chen Ming leapt into the nearby forest, and soon spotted Su Zhining, collapsed in the mud. Her pristine white clothing was now covered in grime.
He rushed forward, picked her up from the ground, and saw her face was as pale as gold paper, with not a hint of color on her lips. She was already as weak as a thread.
Su Zhining struggled to open her eyes, and upon seeing him, a peculiar glint of light flashed in her eyes, as if she was reassured. Then she slowly closed her eyes again.
"Miss Su!"
Chen Ming's heart felt as if it had been struck heavily by something. He shouted, "Don't sleep, I know a divine doctor, he can surely save you."
He leapt up and hurried towards Jiangzhou City as fast as he could.
...
Just as they left, a graceful figure appeared in front of the black-clothed man's corpse, dressed in a pink gown, gazing silently at the "Three Saints Rod" who died with eyes wide open.
"Junior Sister, you're really lucky to have met a man so devoted to you..."
