On the outskirts of Jinxi Town, in a farmhouse.
"This humble abode is simple, no tea in the house, sorry to offer you some plain water!"
A woman in her fifties came over carrying a pot of hot water and several empty clay bowls.
"Let me do it, elder!"
Shen Qinglan rose, took the kettle from the woman's hands, and filled the empty bowls with water one by one.
After examining Qian San's injuries, everyone's expressions were grave.
"Elder Mu, how long do you think he will take to wake up?" Duan Yunfei asked.
Mu Jian, who had been staying in the farmhouse, sighed softly and shook his head, "It's hard to say."
He looked at Duan Yunfei, "Young Master Duan, there's no need to worry too much. Although the young brother inside is severely injured, he's not in any danger of losing his life. Waking up is just a matter of time."
"How did he get injured so seriously?" Xuan Ying frowned.
Mu Jian replied, "He was hit by the Red Fire Palm on his back."
