Song Changsheng wanted to give chase, but Lu Yuxiu's condition was also dire. Her aura was languid, her Fire of Life flickering precariously. He had no choice but to abandon the pursuit and begin emergency treatment.
As he raced against death, Lu Tianchou, who had been waiting outside the door the whole time, had no idea that the true culprit behind his daughter's year-long torment had just passed through the floorboards right beneath his feet.
Even Chi Huo, who had been meditating in the courtyard, didn't notice anything amiss. Instead, he was busy with his own little schemes.
Only Song Qingxing, who stood by the Spiritual Field with his sword in his arms, frowned slightly. His sharp eyes swept across the surroundings, but he found nothing out of the ordinary.
But that repulsive aura still lingered around him.
CHING!
