Shi Lan lay prostrate on the ground, her face as white as paper, her mind already in a coma.
Yunpu only saw clearly when he got closer, and just as he reached out to help, he heard a cold and indifferent voice from behind, "I'll do it."
Yunpu quickly made way, and Haoze bent down to pick up Shilan.
The moment he was in her arms, Haoze frowned.
Yunpu asked with a grim expression, "My Lord, will Xiaoping be alright?"
Haoze suppressed the occasional throbbing pain in his chest and said calmly, "We'll have to see for ourselves to know."
Yunpu sighed and said, "I told her not to leave, not to leave, but she just wouldn't listen. This child is really too willful."
Yunpu frowned and shook his head. Haoze glanced at her and felt uncomfortable hearing Yunpu say that about her, even though he also thought Shi Lan was willful.
After settling Shi Lan in the room she used to live in, Hao Ze scanned her with his divine sense, then looked at her almost completely black arms, his thick eyebrows furrowing as he asked, "How did you get into this state!"
Haoze, with a stern face, uttered the names of various immortal herbs. Yunpu focused his mind on memorizing them and then hurriedly went to the Hundred Herbs Garden to collect the herbs.
Haoze tidied her messy long hair and muttered in a low voice, "What exactly happened that forced you to burn your immortal essence?"
Shi Lan was already unconscious and naturally could not answer.
His long, slender fingers gently traced her cheek, and Haoze himself was unaware of how obvious the heartache in his eyes was.
Outside the door, Jia Lan stared coldly at the two people inside, or more precisely, at the lingering finger that refused to retract.
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