Tears streamed down Song Tingwan's face, falling from her chin like pearls.
Song Tingwan was a gentle person, like a spring breeze, and rarely cried in front of them.
What's more, their spirits were about to collapse, and they were filled with despair, their hearts breaking.
Everyone panicked.
The last time I saw her so distressed was when Song Tingwan glimpsed the ending of her second life in Yunyin.
The lightning in mid-air remained fierce.
Each strike seemed to shake the heavens and earth, as if the sound were ringing in one's ears.
The sound was deafening.
Amidst the thunder, they watched as Shen Zhuochuan stepped forward and, with great effort, went to help Song Tingwan.
"We're fine, don't worry."
Despite the metallic taste of blood between his lips and teeth, Shen Zhuochuan offered words of comfort.
Song Tingwan didn't dare to lean into his arms as she used to.
Several of his bones were broken, his mind was unstable and his human form was flickering; it was already remarkable that he could stand here.
Before receiving news of Song Tingwan and Song Siyao's release, the uncle and nephew were kept within the Dragon Clan.
Two half-dead giant dragons huddled together to heal their wounds.
Shen Zhuochuan always carried the Grade 9 pills given to him by Song Tingwan, which he used to save his life in critical moments.
After smashing Buzhou Mountain with his dragon bones, he was on the verge of death when his consciousness was blurred. He forced himself to bite down on the ninth-grade pill that was wrapped in spiritual energy in his mouth.
That's how his life was saved.
But it's only enough to save your life.
Baili Xijiang was in better condition than his uncle; he was just weak and his mind was unstable.
He was heartbroken and half-dead because he was injured and would no longer be able to refine elixirs.
The black dragon lay down next to the larger white dragon and fed it a pile of stored pills.
Among them was the Bone-Growing Pill that his master had initially given him.
He was quite reluctant to part with it.
In the past six months, after surviving the ordeal, they were the biggest consumers of elixirs besides Song Tingwan, having used most of their elixirs to save people.
These were all gifts that Song Tingwan had given them over the years.
A small portion of the life-saving supplies remained untouched.
Black Dragon glanced at his Uncle White Dragon, who was lying motionless in pain as if he were dead, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and used his claws to bring the Grade 7 pill to his Uncle's mouth.
Shen Zhuochuan didn't even have the strength to open his mouth.
Baili Xijiang's enormous dragon eyes were filled with moisture, so he had to move over, pry open his mouth, and feed him the pill.
After the half-dead white dragon ate the pill, it suddenly opened its eyes.
How could an ordinary Grade 7 Bone-Regenerating Pill have such an effect?
Baili Xijiang belatedly remembered that after his master returned from the sacrifice, they happened to talk about this matter, and his master asked him to take it out so he could see it.
He gave it to me without any warning.
After the master finished reading, he didn't check it again and carefully put the box back.
turn out to be…
His master changed his elixir.
He hadn't even been able to tell what grade the pill was when it was handed to him.
The master was worried that he wouldn't accept it, so he made a special effort to cover it up.
Bai Lixijiang was somewhat moved to tears.
It's estimated that only a 9th-grade elixir could achieve this effect, allowing the dragon bones to recover only a small portion.
That's why Shen Zhuochuan is able to stand here safely at this moment.
He could still stand beside her.
The man gazed at Song Tingwan, his brows furrowed as he suppressed the pain, a glimmer of light in his eyes reflecting his tenderness.
Song Tingwan was calmed down by him, but Shen Zhuochuan's throat tightened, he suddenly frowned, turned his back and coughed.
Dan Xiu's sense of smell is too keen.
Song Tingwan frowned again, clutching her chest, tears mingling with blood.
Everyone could smell the blood.
A worried gaze fell on Shen Zhuochuan. He quietly wiped away the bloodstains and put them into his storage space. When he looked back, his voice was still gentle and clear.
"I'm fine."
Every word he said was meant to reassure her not to worry.
But none of them seemed to be alright.
They made many, many changes in this life, including the Heavenly Dao's exhaustion of its power until it had only a sliver of strength left.
But why did it still end up like this?
She was unwilling to accept it.
His resentment was so intense that he wanted to turn into blood.
Song Tingwan wept numbly.
It seems that I've shed more tears today than in the first half of my life combined.
Seeing this, the group was in a state of panic and hurriedly tried to comfort them.
Qin Xi wanted to reach out and take her hand to chat intimately as they used to, but the thought was barely formed when his hand didn't move.
Realizing that her hand was ruined, she pursed her lips, then, as if nothing had happened, shook Song Tingwan's hand with her other hand.
"Wan'er, don't cry. We're standing right in front of you, aren't we?"
In the past six months, Qin Xi has experienced betrayal by the sect elders, narrowly escaped death when the Yan Yuan was flooded, but also lost his sight and his hands.
In just six months, she has experienced more than in the previous hundred years; she can hardly remember how she used to smile so easily.
So the round-eyed sect leader, who hadn't smiled much in half a year, smiled awkwardly in front of her.
Song Tingwan remained speechless, her eyes filled with tears and heartache, as she grasped her hand in return.
His fingertips trembled as he stroked the side of her face that was covered by the blindfold.
When her fingertips hovered over Qin Xi's eyes, she wanted to touch them but felt as if she had been burned and quickly withdrew her hand.
"Yes, Master, please don't cry. It makes me want to cry too." Baili Xijiang covered his eyes and pressed them down hard.
He also casually brushed the stray hairs from the side of Qin Yuanyuan's severed hand, as if he had done the same thing over the past six months.
His carefree cheerfulness vanished, and he even lowered his voice to comfort people.
Baili Xijiang hummed in response, forcing back the tears welling in her eyes, and bravely gave her master a comforting smile.
It was as if I had found someone I could trust again, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief and could laugh easily.
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