"Yue Qianchou..." Cries of alarm erupted from all around.
Yue Qianchou fell stiffly backward, fortunately caught by Bai Suzhen and Qu Ping'er. In an instant, everyone crowded around Yue Qianchou, who had coughed up heart's blood and fainted. Chaos broke out as they anxiously asked what was wrong with him and whether he had been injured.
The bearded Chen Feng abruptly raised his head, his face full of sorrow and helplessness. Xiao Wanqing and her son stared at each other in stunned disbelief. They had never expected Yue Qianchou to be so unable to withstand a scolding that he would vomit blood and pass out. Things seemed to have truly spiraled out of control. The mother and son immediately grew somewhat panicked. They had thought that by bringing Chen Feng along and relying on his prestige, Yue Qianchou would not dare do anything to them in public. But when thunder truly crashed down upon their heads, how could the two of them not be afraid?
Hong Tailong was equally anxious. Yue Qianchou had yet to complete his task of carrying out Heaven's punishment on its behalf. If anything happened to Yue Qianchou, he truly would have no way to return and report back. In his panic, he squeezed into the crowd of women, seized Yue Qianchou, and swiftly examined him.
"How is he?" the crowd anxiously asked this expert.
"He is not injured." Hong Tailong shook his head, but his expression was grave. "However, excessive grief and indignation with nowhere to vent have turned into an illness of the heart. This is even more troublesome. It is a sickness born of the heart, one no medicine can cure. Cultivators fear this most of all. If he cannot walk out of his inner demons himself and sinks into them forever without