Miao Qing opened his eyes and grabbed tightly onto Lin Mo's sleeve.
"It's the Miao clan! It's a ploy to lure you away. After you left, Miao Yan and the others came in to kill. I'm not a match for them at all... I'm sorry."
Miao Qing spoke intermittently and coughed out quite a bit of fresh blood during the process. It was obvious that his injuries were quite serious. He was only holding on with his last breath to wait for Lin Mo's return.
"Don't say anything else for now. I'll treat your injuries."
Lin Mo's palm was channeling spiritual energy but was stopped by Miao Qing. He revealed a bitter smile and said, "My tendons and veins are all broken and I don't have long to live. Even if I'm saved, I'll be a cripple. It's best not to waste your spiritual energy."
Lin Mo's eyes darkened and he said in an extremely domineering manner, "Even the King of Hell wouldn't dare to accept someone that I want to keep alive!"
