Instantly, Yi Yun had appeared in front of Ji Shuiyan. Looking at her, he casually asked, "Can you tell me about the situation with that old woman?"
As he spoke those words, he noticed an unnatural paleness suffuse Ji Shuiyan's face. Even her lips had lost any semblance of having blood in them.
She tried to force a smile, but did not answer Yi Yun’s question. Instead, she said, "Thank you, Senior for saving me…"
Ji Shuiyan's words tapered off in an increasingly weak fashion. Her voice trembled slightly. Yi Yun felt his heart shiver as he rushed to her side. He grabbed her wrist and immediately projected his perception into her body.
