Su Chengyu clenched his fists, pounding the ground. Once again, he had to watch helplessly as the woman he loves dearly was taken away from him, a torment that tore at his heart.
The Witchcraft Gate's men were wicked and strange. Lin Chuxue had been taken away to be a vessel for raising their gu. The consequences were unthinkable. He despised himself for his lack of power, his inability to protect those around him.
"Chu Xue! Chu Xue!!"
Su Chengyu was full of self-loathing. Yu Yanshu hurried over to comfort him: "Master, you must look after yourself. Sister Chu Xue sacrificed herself so the rest of us could live on. Only by surviving can we rescue her."
Yu Yanshu also felt heartache that was hard to put into words, wishing she could have taken Lin Chuxue's place.
Su Chengyu coughed up blood again. As his grief deepened, so did his injuries. He fell into a coma.
"Master! Master! Wake up, don't scare me!"
