Yu Nianzhen dissolved his sword barrier and pushed away the debris that came tumbling down.
"XiaoYue…" He called, and his eyes widened in panic.
When the eighth young master rushed toward him, Jiang Yue was relatively far away.
However, the silver-haired fool instinctively ran toward him when he saw the eighth young master wanted to self-destruct.
'You have to be okay.' Yu Nianzhen prayed and quickly cleared the debris around him.
"Nianzhen…" A voice called back.
"XiaoYue?"
"It's me."
"How are you?"
"I am okay."
"Wait for me to clear the debris."
"Good." Jiang Yue said and sighed.
A few moments later, Yu Nianzhen cleared the collapsed pillars and unearthed Jiang Yue from under one.
His body was covered in wounds, and several were bleeding heavily. When he saw that, Yu Nianzhen clenched his hands and forced himself to calm down.
