"Brother Lu, don't worry. It's alright now."
Han Muye reached out to support Lu Gao's arm, which was tightly gripping the door frame, and spoke softly.
"It's safe now?" Lu Gao cracked open his mouth. Blood still flowed from his face.
"Yes, it's protected." Han Muye nodded.
Lu Gao's body went limp and he fainted.
Han Muye carried him and turned to look at the people from the Sword Sect standing in front of the stone steps.
"He was injured because of guarding the Sword Pavilion. I hope the sect can treat him with all its might."
At his words, a green-robed elder standing at the foot of the stone steps nodded and waved his hand. "Send him to the Medical Hall and treat him."
Two inner sect disciples walked forward and received Lu Gao before sending him to the Medical Hall.
Han Muye looked at him with a complicated expression, and a look of self-reproach flashed across his face.
