Master Mo glowered, ready to leave in a huff.
"Wait! Leave the patient here. After all that rough handling, a good man could be jostled to death by you all."
Before leaving, Xin Lin called out.
If they wanted to leave Lu Yuan, so be it. His illness was incurable anyway. If he were to die here, it would only confirm their culpability.
Governor Huang waved his hand indifferently, discarding Lu Yuan.
"Master Huang."
Pitifully, Lu Yuan was already weakened considerably, and being abandoned by his mentor, his sorrow peaked. A sweet, fishy taste rose in his throat, and he vomited a mouthful of blood, then fell into a rigid unconsciousness.
"Goodness, Xiao Xin, come over here quick! This lad better not really be dead."
Master Mo sprang forward in a hurry, checking Lu Yuan's arms and pinching his robust pectoral muscles.
Though Lu Yuan didn't compare to Beibei, his constant martial training meant that, if not face, then his physique would do.
