The atmosphere suddenly became heavy. Daoist Thunder Emperor noticed the change at once.
His heart skipped a beat.
"What is it, Master Lin Feng?"
The old man looked toward his disciple before returning his attention to Lin Feng.
"Is there something wrong with Qing'er?"
For a moment, Lin Feng remained silent. His gaze never left Bai Qing.
The silence itself was enough to make both master and disciple uneasy. Finally, Lin Feng nodded.
"There is."
The old man's expression became serious.
Bai Qing also felt a strange sense of dread rise within her heart.
"What is it?" Daoist Thunder Emperor asked.
Lin Feng sighed softly.
"Senior Thunder Emperor, your disciple's condition is far more serious than she realizes."
The old man frowned.
"What condition?"
Lin Feng looked directly into Bai Qing's eyes.
Then he spoke words that neither master nor disciple had expected.
"Your disciple..."
"She is going to die soon."
