Upon hearing Xia Xin's voice, Jiangli lazily opened her eyes, which had already returned to normal.
She glanced at Xia Xin, her voice hoarse and severe, "What?"
Xia Xin observed her expression, "Ancestor, are you alright?"
Jiangli's complexion wasn't good at this moment, deathly pale, like a sheet of white paper.
Xia Xin hadn't seen the entire process just now, but Jiangli's complexion still made him worry.
"I won't die." Jiangli closed her eyes again, as if she had no energy or mood to speak.
Seeing her unwillingness to talk to anyone, Xia Xin could only stand aside awkwardly.
Xun Tianhai also came over, wanting to ask something, but seeing Xia Xin hit a wall, he chose not to ask Jiangli and opted to inquire with Fu Shiyan.
Fu Shiyan stood beside Jiangli, seemingly with a normal expression, but Xun Tianhai inexplicably felt intimidated and nudged Qing Yue's arm.
