Yet, Chu Ruolin's heart clenched upon seeing Chu Yi's body covered in blood-soaked clothes.
"Chu Yi, don't blame your master. The reason you're suffering so much is because you must shoulder this responsibility."
Somehow, the thunderous noise that had been heard before abruptly vanished.
By the time Chu Ruolin looked back at the martial training platform, Chu Yi had collapsed to the ground, drenched in blood like a specter.
As for Feng Ying, he was still striking at Chu Yi, blow after blow, but no one was fighting back anymore.
Chu Ruolin hurried to stop Feng Ying.
Needless to say, even with Chu Yi's strong will, he was still unable to withstand Feng Ying's overwhelming power.
And at this time, night was slowly descending.
The distant mountains turned a dark cyan hue.
Chu Ruolin bent down to inspect Chu Yi; not only was he covered in blood, the skin on his elbows and knees had been abraded away, leaving white bones starkly exposed.
