The moment Harold returned to the Spatial Farm, he suddenly bent forward and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Sienna's expression changed instantly.
Mirella was beside him almost immediately. The two of them hurried forward and caught Harold before he could lose his balance.
"Grandpa Harold, how are you?"
Harold's face was pale, but he was still conscious. He took a slow breath and looked at Sienna.
"Young Miss, don't worry. I won't die."
He paused, then gave a bitter smile.
"But that was a Rank Nine Venerable Supreme. I couldn't resist his attack."
There were no obvious wounds on Harold's body.
His bones were intact, and there were no visible injuries on his flesh. From the outside, he looked almost unharmed.
Mirella, however, knew better.
She quickly examined his condition, and her expression gradually became heavier.
"His meridians are injured."
Sienna's heart sank.
