On a main road of the Xuanjia Sect.
Chang Xing knelt beside Du Lingchuan, her beautiful eyes red and swollen from crying. Tears streamed down her face as she choked out, "Master... you have to hold on..."
Chen Qing had just carefully checked Du Lingchuan's pulse.
Du Lingchuan was gravely injured. The vicious and tyrannical Black Death Palm Power that had struck his chest had damaged his organs and meridians. Fortunately, his cultivation foundation was profound, and he had managed to protect his heart meridian at the critical moment. Coupled with the effects of Peng Zhen's Top-Grade Healing Elixir, which were now spreading through his body, his life was sustained. He was not in immediate danger.
