"What are you worrying about!" Chen Lin shot a glance at Lin Chen and said, "Such things can't be rushed. He won't die just yet."
Lin Chen took a deep breath. As long as there was a solution, he felt slightly relieved.
"How do we save him?"
Chen Lin squatted down and gently stroked Sun Tianming's neck, slowly saying, "The most troublesome thing now is the silver needles on his neck. It seems as though whenever Spiritual Energy moves slightly, those needles react violently, like they're scared and scurry everywhere..."
Chen Lin frowned, realizing this tactic was extremely vicious. Though there was a way to counter it, it was very troublesome. He couldn't help but feel worried about the sect; it seemed like there were some changes happening.
"You need to go outside the sect and find a stalk of ice spirit grass. It grows in cold, shady places, with three pure white blossoms. After picking it, it can survive no more than three hours, so you must hurry back."
