The bedroom door opened, and Lu Zheng saw Fan Boyu kneeling on one knee on the ground, hand on his chest, face pale as paper, his breath weak and dispirited.
"Young Master Lu..."
Lu Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly. He scrutinized Fan Boyu from top to bottom three times before waving his hand to send a strand of Innate Cloud Qi into Fan Boyu's body to stabilize his injuries.
With a gentle wave of his hand, a cloud of white mist lifted Fan Boyu up, and then Lu Zheng led him to the side room.
"Mr. Fan..."
Lu Zheng looked at Fan Boyu's expression of utter despair, a look of heart-dead mourning in his eyes, and couldn't help but cautiously ask, "What happened? Did something happen to the Primordial Saint Sect?"
Fan Boyu turned his head to look at Lu Zheng, and then saw Liu Qingyan emerging from the bedroom.
