"How is she?" Zhan Chi asked in a low voice.
Old Master Zhan got to his feet, shaking his head and letting out a heavy sigh.
"Dad, just tell me how to cure her! I'll find the best medicine, no matter what it is. Please, stop shaking your head!" Zhan Chi was so anxious that tears immediately streamed down his face.
Old Master Zhan stared at his son, a slight frown on his face.
"Pangtuan, you have to be okay." Zhan Chi lunged toward the bed.
Xiang Minghou's hands were clenched into tight fists. His face was chillingly cold, his lips pursed into a thin line, not uttering a single word.
Dean Chen staggered back a few steps, looking as if he were about to collapse. "Is there truly no hope...?"
Old Master Zhan shook his head.
"General Xiang." One of the Emperor's Hidden Guards suddenly appeared in the room.
Xiang Minghou remained motionless, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Ye Qianning.
