In the thatched cottage, Third Young Master Ji lay on a wooden bed.
His body was enveloped in grey energy, and his complexion was ashen.
Most importantly, his left side, including his face and exposed left hand, was covered in poisonous sores, giving a rather horrifying appearance.
Seeing the barely alive Third Young Master Ji, whose breath was as thin as silk, Uncle Hu could hardly believe his own eyes.
Was this the same young master from the great family who had exuded handsomeness and nobility not long ago?
Third Young Master Ji's consciousness was still clear, but he was startled upon seeing Lu Qing and the others.
"Third Young Master, how do you feel?"
Uncle Hu asked with concern.
"I won't die just yet," Third Young Master Ji said weakly, "Uncle Hu, who are these people..."
"This is Young Master Lu and Elder Chen, whom you've met before at the city gates a few days ago."
