"Master!"
Song Yin stretched out his hand to grab Jin Guang's shoulder, and with a crack, he straightened him up.
The corners of the three disciples' eyes twitched in unison, and Wang Qizheng even took a sharp breath. He had seen it clearly: Song Yin's hand had obviously sunk into the master's shoulder blade.
That must be a shattered shoulder blade...
"Master, what's wrong with you, Master!"
Song Yin showed a look of concern, his arms involuntarily shaking, almost making the old man's head fly off, and the hand on the shoulder obviously sank in even deeper.
"Big Senior Brother, Master has just fainted," said Zhang Fei Xuan.
Upon hearing this, Song Yin stopped shaking his hands. With his other hand, he checked Jin Guang's pulse and frowned, "Agitated and attacked by inner turmoil, why so excited?"
