"Xiangyun sister..."
Seeing Jiang Xiaobai's expression, the women knew that Mei Xiangyun had already passed away, and they immediately burst into tears. Those who were close to Mei Xiangyun on ordinary days were even more heartbroken.
Mei Xiangyun today was their future if the White Flower Poison remained uncured. Eventually, they would all meet the same fate as Mei Xiangyun.
Jiang Xiaobai carried Mei Xiangyun through the crowd, and went straight back to her room, where he laid her on the bed.
"Master Jiang."
Ling Luo and Zi Mo, with their eyes red from crying, walked in, wiping away tears.
"Master Jiang, Xiangyun sister has already left us. We should start preparing for her funeral."
Jiang Xiaobai's mind was in turmoil at this moment. He still couldn't believe that Mei Xiangyun was dead, and he dazedly kept vigil by her bedside.
Bi Luo entered; as the eldest sister here, she had now become the pillar of stability.
