"He really wouldn't die?! Are you sure?!" Bai Xueyan asked, feeling very anxious as he looked at the bloodless face of Cen Haorong who is lying on the ground and is being treated by Duan Yuan.
"Yes." Duan Yuan answered.
"Thank god!" Bai Xueyan sighed in relief when he got Duan Yuan's assurance. Then, his eyes closed due to exhaustion and pain that he was suppressing all this time.
"Ai, he really did his best." Kong Weijun muttered and sighed as he looked at Bai Xueyan, his eldest disciple, in pity when he saw him fainted.
