Just as the Dragon Group was gaining the upper hand, the situation took a sudden, drastic turn, leaving everyone momentarily stunned.
"Master!" Hui Lin was the first to cry out in alarm. She rushed to support the collapsing figure of Master Yunmiao, tears streaming down her cheeks. The young nun was overcome with grief, unable to believe the sudden turn of events. She cradled her master, discarding her long sword as if she couldn't bear to grasp it any longer.
Yunmiao's complexion turned pale, contorted with pain as she gasped, "Hui Lin, I won't perish just yet. The dagger's poison... it's only temporarily effective against me. Go, fight the outsiders and that disgraceful traitor!"
"But, Master, are you sure you're alright? I... I can take you to get the antidote. It's in the military tent," sobbed Hui Lin.
"Obey me, Hui Lin. Pick up your sword. Don't let your master down," Yunmiao gritted her teeth, bloodshot eyes revealing her determination.
