In the Moon Garden, Qingxuan slowly closed her eyes. Her face was pale as a white sheet, and a trace of blood could be seen leaking out of the corner of her mouth. Her aura grew unstable, but it soon calmed down.
"Senior?" Lin Xinyao walked over and asked with concern. She followed Qingxuan's aura here.
Qingxuan didn't say anything. She calmly took a few deep breaths and started meditating.
Lin Xinyao wanted to say something but held back in the end. She simply set up an isolating formation and guarded this place by herself.
"The wound in her soul is getting worse." On Lin Xinyao's shoulder, Mumu said with a solemn expression. "The Dragon Soul is the most difficult thing to treat. Once it's damaged, there's a high chance it will never recover for the rest of its life."
Lin Xinyao's heart sank. She asked solemnly. "There's no other way?"
Mumu went silent for a moment and suddenly thought of something. "There's a way."
