Sea Suppressing Divine Stele Secured!

Lu Changsheng's body swayed, and he nearly collapsed. Murong Taxue reacted swiftly, wrapping an arm around his waist and steadying him. Lin Qingxuan hurriedly supported his arm from the other side. Her Qing Ling Sword had long since been sheathed, and her free hand clutched his sleeve tightly.

She looked up, and her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes instantly reddened.

There was scarcely a patch of intact flesh left on Lu Changsheng's body. His right shoulder had caved in, his breastbone was fractured, and his five fingers were twisted out of shape. His blue robe had been shredded into strips, soaked through with blood and stuck to his wounds. Every shallow breath made fragments of broken armor plating rustle down from his body. That face, usually composed and handsome, was now pale as paper, with an un-dried streak of blood still hanging from the corner of his lips.

"Brother..."

Lin Qingxuan choked up, her beautiful eyes instantly blurred by tears. She bit her lip, but tears fell like beads from a snapped string, one after another, splashing onto Lu Changsheng's bloodstained hand and spreading into small, warm wet marks. She wanted to say something, but her throat seemed blocked by something, leaving her only able to let out broken, shaky breaths.

She knew that in order to obtain the Sea Suppressing Divine Stele, in order to go to the Immortal Realm and find their parents, her brother had sacrificed far, far too much.

Murong Taxue did not cry. She merely looked quietly at Lu Changsheng's face. A trace of heartache flickered in the depths of her icy eyes, like a warm undercurrent surging beneath a frozen lake.

Without a word, she took a jade bottle from her sleeve, removed its stopper, and poured out a pill as white