"No, I won't leave!" Tang Ru said, standing disconsolately outside the door.
Thump!
She knelt down and said in a low voice, "If you won't see me, I won't leave. I'd rather kneel here until I die!"
Inside the hall.
Guo Yi was seated cross-legged on a meditation cushion, eyes closed, healing his wounds.
Liu Ting didn't dare to disturb him and could only handle Shen Congwu's affairs first, as Shen Congwu had died because of the ancient Dao Qing. His body was temporarily placed in the rear courtyard hall. Everything would have to wait until Guo Yi woke up to be discussed.
Once Guo Yi closed his eyes, three days had passed.
In those three days, the Water Spirit Force within him frantically healed his injured organs. The palm strike transformed by Li Mubai from the Devil Clan was immensely powerful; probably any practitioner of the Heavenly Dao would have struggled to withstand it. Had it not been for Guo Yi taking the blow in order to save Tang Ru, how could he have endured it?
