Zuoqiu Yiren crouched down, her jade-like feet stepping onto the plains as she gathered Chen Mo into her arms. Feeling the chill seeping from his body, her face instantly turned deathly pale, her voice began to tremble, and her eyes were filled with helpless panic.
"No... Xiao Mo, wake up, Xiao Mo..."
She gently patted Chen Mo's face, but no matter how she called, Chen Mo didn't respond to her at all. His current appearance tugged unbearably at the heartstrings.
"No, you can't be hurt, you absolutely can't be hurt..."
Chen Mo's condition at this moment made Zuoqiu Yiren almost lose her reason; she couldn't think clearly at all. She took out a Healing Elixir from the Soul-Calming Bell—one that could even make a Void Realm expert burn with desire—and stuffed it into Chen Mo's mouth as if it were worthless, then desperately poured True Qi into his body.
