Dark Moon's body was limp and lifeless. The two men held her as if she were the most precious yet most fragile treasure in the world.
They hurried toward Qin Qianluo's courtyard, each step filled with anxiety and concern, the stone path beneath their feet thumping loudly.
As soon as they entered the courtyard, the two hurriedly placed Dark Moon on the bed.
Ling Wei didn't even have time to catch her breath. Beads of sweat slid down her face as she immediately began to carefully examine Dark Moon's injuries.
Her fingers gently pressed on various parts of Dark Moon's body, and with each press, her brows furrowed even deeper.
Ling Xue nervously helped from the side, her eyes closely following Ling Wei's movements. Whenever Ling Wei gave the slightest signal, she would immediately hand over the necessary herbs and tools.
Xuanmei, who was hiding in the shadows, saw this scene and also appeared to join the rescue.
Her usually cold and stern face was now filled with solemnity. Looking at An Yue's miserable appearance, her heart tightened suddenly.
Dark Moon's tendons were completely severed, the cuts jagged and uneven, as if torn apart by a wild beast.
His right wrist even showed signs of dislocation, with the bones slightly misaligned, making it a painful sight to behold.
His ankle was also badly injured, a bloody mess, and even his shoes were soaked in blood.
Xuanmei's expression was solemn as she carefully examined An Yue's internal injuries. She placed her palm on An Yue's chest, feeling the faint breath and disordered pulse, her heart filled with worry.
With such severe injuries, even if he is fortunate enough to recover, Dark Moon will likely find it difficult to use his martial arts skills again.
The atmosphere inside the room was so heavy it seemed like it could be squeezed out of water. Ling Wei, Ling Xue, and Xuan Mei were completely focused on saving An Yue, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
Ling Wei's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and a few strands of her hair were soaked with sweat and stuck to her slightly pale cheeks due to nervousness.
Her hands never stopped moving, skillfully mixing various herbs, her eyes fixed on the medicine bowl, her gaze full of focus and anxiety.
Ling Xue's eyes were red and swirling with tears, but she stubbornly held them back.
She stayed close to Ling Wei, and following Ling Wei's instructions, she helped to treat Dark Moon's wounds in an orderly manner.
Every movement was incredibly gentle, as if afraid of hurting the unconscious Dark Moon, but her trembling hands still betrayed her inner panic and worry.
Xuan Mei's expression was cold and stern, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.
She knelt on one knee, her right palm pressed against Dark Moon's back, continuously channeling her inner energy to protect Dark Moon's increasingly weak heart meridian.
A thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her eyes revealed an unprecedented solemnity and anxiety.
At this moment, the front hall was bustling with activity.
The bright lights illuminated the entire hall as if it were daytime. People dressed in gorgeous clothes moved among the crowd, clinking glasses and exchanging laughter.
Qin Qianluo had just finished a pleasant conversation with a distinguished guest, and gracefully took her seat with a gentle smile on her face, preparing to pick up her chopsticks to enjoy the food.
Just then, Feng Qingyun said in a hoarse but clear voice, "Luo Bao, An Yue was attacked and her injuries are too severe; I'm afraid she can't be saved."
These words were like a thunderclap, instantly exploding in Qin Qianluo's ears.
The chopsticks in her hand suddenly stopped in mid-air, her fingertips trembling slightly involuntarily. Her originally relaxed and natural movements froze instantly, as if time itself had stood still at that moment.
The smile on her face vanished like the warmth of the spring sun, leaving only a blank and bewildered expression.
Qin Qianluo's bright and beautiful eyes were now shrouded in a thick haze, the brilliant light quickly dimming and replaced by endless shock and grief.
Her eyes were empty and helpless, as if she had lost her way in the vast darkness, and the overwhelming sorrow was almost overwhelming her completely.
Her aura suddenly turned icy and chilling, as if the surrounding air had been frozen by this sudden cold.
The once lively and joyful banquet was quickly dispelled by this chill.
A chill ran through everyone, and they lowered their voices, creating a strange atmosphere in the hall.
Qin Qianluo's voice trembled slightly, yet it conveyed an undeniable firmness and resolve: "Who did it? Where is Sister An Yue now?"
These brief words, like sharp icicles in a cold night, each word carrying a chilling coldness, resounding with a force that sends shivers down one's spine.
Seeing that Qin Qianluo's face was full of grief and anger, and that she was radiating a cold aura, Feng Qingyun knew that she was extremely anxious at the moment, so he unconsciously softened his tone.
He said gently, "Luo Bao, calm down first. This attacker wasn't from Tianxuan Kingdom, and I've never seen his face before."
She paused slightly, took a deep breath to calm herself down, and then continued, "But don't worry too much, the Dark Moon is blessed with good fortune."
Ling Xue arrived in time and has already brought her back to life. Ling Wei and Xuan Mei are also helping with the treatment; she's currently in your courtyard.
Let's go over there quickly; maybe the situation isn't so bad.
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