Nine Heavens Peak, Zhong Yu's residence.
Ancient pines stood vigorous in the courtyard, strange rocks were arranged throughout, and the surroundings were secluded and elegant.
Ruan Lingxiu was sitting in the warm chamber with Ruan Hongchang, chatting idly.
Ruan Hongchang took a light sip of tea, his face bearing its usual composed smile. He was speaking of how, after the distribution of the Xuan Yang Spirit Merging Pills, the Ruan Family could use this opportunity to draw closer to several Diheng Seat elders, greatly benefiting the family's future.
Ruan Lingxiu listened quietly, somewhat distracted.
Just then, a burst of hurried, chaotic footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard, accompanied by the disciples' suppressed, frightened cries.
"Senior Brother... watch out!"
"Quick, help Senior Brother inside!"
Ruan Lingxiu's heart tightened, and she shot to her feet.
Ruan Hongchang also set down his teacup, surprise appearing on his face.
The two quickly left the warm chamber and arrived in the front courtyard. The sight before them made Ruan Lingxiu cry out, "Husband!? What happened?!"
Zhong Yu was being supported from either side by two disciples of the Nine Heavens Vein as he staggered inside.
His face was pale as paper, and traces of blood still remained at the corners of his mouth.
Where was even a shred of the dignity and bearing of the usual third-ranked True Disciple?
Ruan Hongchang sucked in a sharp breath as well. All composure vanished from his face, replaced by shock. "Nephew Zhong!? You... what happened to you...?"
With Zhong Yu's strength, among Tianbao Supreme Sect's younger generation, aside from the unfathomable Nan Zhuoran and Ji Yunliang, who had long kept his edge hidden, who could have injured him to such a state?
Upon seeing Ruan Lingxiu and Ruan Hongchang, the disciples hurriedly bowed. Lingering fear and panic