Mo Lin's face gradually turned pale, his lips frighteningly white.
"Brother Mo Lin, are you tired after the battle on Spirit Island?" Qu Qing asked Mo Lin with a puzzled expression.
They had all traveled to Beihai together with Mo Lin.
Throughout the journey, it was clear that Mo Lin was becoming increasingly weak.
Whether it was his walking pace or his breathing, there was a distinct sense of fragility.
Initially, Mo Lin wanted to hold on and rest after reaching Beihai.
But on the third day, his body could no longer bear it, and they found a county town to take a break.
While Mo Lin slept, he tossed and turned uncomfortably, with a dizzy and heavy sensation in his head.
An entire night passed, and Mo Lin felt not only unrested but even heavier than before.
More exhausted than before.
Even speaking to Hou Hongfang, Mo Lin felt powerless.
It was as if he had a high fever of forty degrees, and his mind was muddled.
"Something's wrong... Brother Mo Lin, this isn't right."
