Xu Qing had already gone inside and closed the door. Yin Shanhe, Dian Anhua, and Elder Gu were all waiting in the courtyard outside.
Inside the room.
"Cold Ice, Vajra."
Xu Qing said, "Stand guard for me."
"Yes."
"As you command, Master."
Cold Ice and Vajra said in unison.
"Mm."
Xu Qing walked to the bedside and looked at Yu Hu, who was lying on the bed. In truth, as far as his debt of gratitude to Yu Chen was concerned, Xu Qing had already repaid it several times over—tens, even dozens of times over.
One could only say that, after all, they had a master-disciple relationship. Be it Du Cangying or Yu Hu, if he didn't have the ability to help, that would be one thing. But since it was a simple effort for him, Xu Qing couldn't just stand by and watch them die.
