The footsteps of Turquoise Pool grew faster.
"I hope my husband is alright."
Turquoise Pool kept praying in her heart, hoping that Hao Tian wouldn't be in trouble.
But when she completely stepped into the Heavenly Emperor Palace.
The sight before her made her instantly freeze.
Hao Tian sat limp on the ground, his face pale as paper, with dried blood at the corner of his mouth, and his Emperor's Robe soaked with fresh blood, looking utterly miserable.
And it wasn't just the physical injuries visible at this moment; the aura he projected was extremely weak, even breathing seemed difficult. In this era where Saints have vanished, Hao Tian's Quasi-Saint Great Perfection strength was definitely the pinnacle of the world, yet he was hurt to such an extent like a candle in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.
Turquoise Pool had never seen Hao Tian in such a miserable state; her heart tightened instantly, and she hurriedly stepped forward to support him.
