As her true qi probed Chu Xuan's meridians, Dugu Linglong's small face, always so cool and indifferent, lost every trace of color.
His meridians were severed, his internal organs ruptured.
The tyrannical Gang Qi lingering inside Chu Xuan was still destroying what little life remained in him.
His injuries were already beyond what a pill or a stream of healing true qi could repair...
Dugu Linglong raised her palm and poured pure true qi into Chu Xuan's body without pause.
“Focus! Protect your Heart Meridians!”
Chu Xuan tried to circulate his cultivation art as his master's wife instructed.
But no matter how hard he tried, he could not control his rapidly numbing body.
He could feel her true qi desperately repairing his damaged meridians.
But his body was like a shattered porcelain vessel riddled with cracks.
No matter how much power she poured into it, it kept leaking through those irreparable fissures...
Chu Xuan tugged at the corners of his mouth, producing a smile uglier than tears.
"Master's wife, it's... it's no use..."
"Don't speak!"
Dugu Linglong's voice remained steady.
Only the palm with which she was gathering all her true qi trembled slightly.
For the first time, Chu Xuan heard such unmistakable panic in her voice.
He struggled to open his eyes wider, wanting another clear look at Dugu Linglong.
But her fair, delicate face was already obscured by overlapping, blurred images.
This is the first time I've truly seen her.
And it's actually the last...
Remembering all those years when she had taught him from behind a screen, Chu Xuan's eyes filled with deep regret and longing.
If I'd known this day would come...
I would never have been so eager to leave the mountain.
*What were the splendors of the Imperial Capital or fame and glory compared