Seeing her like this, Lu Jin felt a little uncomfortable.
I want to say some comforting words, but I don't know what to say.
Those who died were living human lives.
Lu Jin thought that Lu Qingye might need silence more at this moment.
After he left, Lu Qingye sat back on the bed.
The sunlight fell on the curtains through the screen window and also fell on her body.
The sun was shining brightly outside, but Lu Qingye didn't feel any warmth at all.
She gently raised her hand, her slender white fingers feeling a little weak at the moment.
Lu Qingye closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
She has obviously practiced very hard, and everyone is working hard, but when facing those people, they are still so weak and powerless!
There seemed to be all kinds of unwillingness surging in my heart.
The Qianhai disciples outside the house were still busy shuttling between the various rooms. The medicinal materials and pills carried in, and the blood-red cloth carried out were all particularly dazzling.
Lu Qingye slowly stood up.
So what if the emotions in my heart are overwhelming?
She's still not strong enough!
At this moment, Lu Qing's desire to become stronger increased again.
When she opened the door to the wing, all the sunlight fell, making her squint her eyes.
The world was silent, and Lu Qingye could only find a disciple of the Qianhai Sect to ask where the Nine Confucian Masters were now.
Seeing that Lu Qingye's face was not very good, the disciple also felt some sympathy in his heart.
He led her through several corridors and arrived at a courtyard.
At this moment, the courtyard was already filled with senior officials from Qianhai Sect and senior officials from Shangyao Sect who had arrived.
Cheng Yuyuan squatted in a corner with red eyes, staring at the closed door.
On the doors and windows, the spiritual light kept flickering and the fragrance of medicine filled the air.
Obviously, the people in the room at this moment are being treated urgently.
Gu Changheng also rushed back. When he saw her coming, his eyes moved slightly.
They already knew about Lu Qingye and all his disciples.
Gu Changheng was affected by the technique and could not feel many emotions, but he knew in his heart that Lu Qingye's impression in his heart was constantly changing.
Gu Changheng thought for a moment, pursed his lips, stepped forward, and gently patted Lu Qingye on the shoulder.
He knew that his role as a master was not up to par. Except for his two senior brothers who often looked after Lu Qingye, most of the other peak masters and elders in the sect also looked after her.
As for Senior Brother Jiuru, he was also very kind to Lu Qingye. Along the way, he treated her and several of his disciples no differently.
Senior brother once told him that people all have feelings...
"do not be afraid……"
Gu Changheng's voice and movements were a little stiff.
Lu Qingye couldn't hear what he was saying, but he probably understood that he was comforting himself.
The waiting time was extremely long. There were countless batches of alchemists entering the wing, but when they walked out, most of them had helpless sighs on their faces.
The yard was filled with emotions of sadness and pain.
"Senior Jiuru... Because he failed to self-destruct, in order to protect others, he suppressed violent spiritual power all his life. His meridians were severed and his dantian was destroyed. Now... I'm afraid he has no strength left..."
"Sigh... Even if we try our best, we can only protect his life for a while, but... this monk's age is different from that of ordinary people. When his spiritual power is exhausted, he... will probably grow old quickly until... …well!"
"This Nascent Soul's self-destruction power is already violent. It was stopped midway and then suppressed forcibly..."
"Jiuru, he... is losing his vitality now. When he wakes up, he finds that he has become... a disabled person. This may be even more painful for him!"
(End of chapter)
