Thousands of pairs of eyes were all focusing on Tang Xiu at this moment. Figures flickered lightning-fast towards him as he fell.
"Sect Master!!!"
With a face full of worries, Mo Awu dashed to Tang Xiu's side. He didn't hesitate to take out a few Holy Healing pills and quickly stuffed them into Tang Xiu's mouth.
Tang Xiu's complexion was pale as paper and his body was drenched with sweat. He struggled to squeeze out a smile and said hoarsely, "Help me sit."
Carefully propping Tang Xiu up, Mo Awu then let him sit cross-legged on the ground. Then, he concernedly asked, "Are you really okay, Sect Master?"
"I lost nearly half of my blood, so it's a given that I'm now weak." Tang Xiu shook his head. "But rest assured, though. Nothing will happen to my life."
