The old man in purple's face changed slightly, hurriedly withdrawing his hand, but it was still a moment too late, and some True Qi struck Lin Chuan. Lin Chuan spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, holding Qianqian in his arms, and fell to the ground.
The old man in purple watched this scene, a complex expression in his eyes, he hadn't expected that Qianqian would break through his divine sense.
"Brother Lin, what's wrong?" Qianqian held Lin Chuan in reverse, beautiful eyes filled with tears, drop by drop falling onto Lin Chuan's face.
Lin Chuan struggled to open his eyes, wanting to reach out and touch Qianqian's face, but found he had hardly any strength.
"He's just over-exhausted, it's nothing serious..." The old man in purple came over, glanced at Lin Chuan, a peculiar expression in his eyes.
After saying this, the old man in purple sighed deeply and then swiftly departed.
Seeing the old man in purple leave, Lin Chuan seemed to deflate, fainting completely.
