Gu Fan pushed open the heavy wooden doors of Song Yan's chamber and stepped inside and the cold air hit him immediately.
The room was freezing, spiritual formations on the walls were actively suppressing the temperature to ease her pain, but nothing seems to be working.
He sealed the doors behind him with a wave of his hand, locking out any prying ears from the Song Clan.
Song Yan lay on the wide bed, face pale, dark hair spread across the pillow. Up close, her body looked thinner than last time, robes loose around her frame. The curse had clearly eaten deeper into her meridians during the recent flare-up.
She was actively clutching her robes tightly against her heaving chest, her beautiful, long silver hair clinging heavily to her sweaty forehead while her exhausted body was fighting the effects of the Gu in her body.
Gu Fan smiled beneath his plain black mask as he slowly moved toward the bed, expecting Song Yan to desperately ask for his help.
