"Elder Linyu! Elder Linyu!" A disciple drenched in sweat came running towards the Medical Pavilion, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Linyu was immediately on alert, his brows knitting together in concern. The sight of the frantic disciple only added to his sense of urgency. He was already heading out to see Tefei, but now it seemed something even more pressing had arisen. "What's wrong, Lu'er? What's the rush?" he asked, stepping out from the Pavilion to meet the breathless disciple.
Lu'er tried to speak, but his words were a jumbled mess, mixed with his labored breathing. His face was flushed, and he was clearly exhausted from his sprint across the Sect's grounds. The gravity of the situation was palpable, and Linyu's worry deepened.
He placed a reassuring hand on Lu'er's shoulder. "Calm down, Lu'er. Take a deep breath and speak slowly. What happened?" Linyu's voice was firm yet gentle, an attempt to steady the young disciple.
