"B-Brother Hong?"
The new disciples inside the stone house stared wide-eyed, feeling as if an invisible hand was squeezing their throats, making it hard to breathe.
Hong Yu's cold gaze swept past them and landed on the stone bed.
In that instant, the aura around Hong Yu turned sharp and fierce—cold as ice, sharp as a blade!
On the stone bed…
Two young men lay unconscious, their bodies wrapped in medicinal bandages. The strong smell of medicine emanated from them.
These two were, of course, Liu Liyun and Gao Zijie.
They couldn't move. Even through the gauze wrappings, it was clear they had suffered immense trauma. After seven days of recuperation, Hong Yu's left eye had recovered its clarity. A faint cyan light flowed within it, allowing him to see their condition in greater detail.
