"Absolutely not!"
Marcus barged in, ignoring all etiquette and propriety.
His body, still saturated with a lingering killing intent, swayed as if barely holding itself together.
"Marcus, benefactor, you must rest and recover!" Master Nathaniel tried to block his path, intending to send his back.
But Marcus wouldn't listen. he had a mission.
As the First Senior Disciple, it was his duty to protect and defend his juniors.
"Until my dying breath, I will never let anything happen to Vera... Kuh!"
Eventually, he succumbed to violent coughing, collapsing into a seated position.
His weakened body couldn't endure any longer. A penetrating wound had struck his near the solar plexus.
To make matters worse, the sinister killing intent had deeply soaked into his very bones.
Although Master Nathaniel had been transferring Transcendent Wisdom Sutra's internal energy to him every morning, it wasn't enough for a full recovery.
