Baili An said lightly, "This child is dying."
Fan Hong frowned. Is he trying to feign righteousness and stand out for others?
He couldn't understand why this young man, who was clearly here for the disciple selection, was acting so confidently in front of him.
Could it be that he wants to take a different path and hopes to win the Immortal's favor by displaying his integrity?
How naive!
The woman's mournful cries made him inexplicably irritable. Fan Hong wore a cold and rigid expression, saying, "The birth and death of mortals is a natural law. What, are you saying that it's our fault for not saving this child? I said from the beginning that we are not healers."
Baili An shook his head. Suddenly, he moved his foot, and a pebble flew from his toe, hitting the elbow of the young master on the white horse. A jade flute slipped from his sleeve and fell to the ground, transforming into a colorful venomous snake.
