Zhu Qingyue stood rooted to the spot. Only when Mei Zisu and the others approached from the mountain cave did she come back to her senses.
Tears instantly flooded her eyes beyond her control.
"Senior Brother Mei, y-your arm..."
Covering her mouth, Zhu Qingyue was already sobbing so hard she could not speak. With eyes full of anguish, she lightly touched Mei Zisu's right arm. Nothing remained there but an empty sleeve.
His entire right arm was gone!
Even though he had changed into fresh clothes, blood still seeped through the bandaged stump beneath, dyeing the sleeve crimson.
Zhu Qingyue knew all too well the agony of a severed limb. Merely having the bones in her left forearm crushed had caused her heart-piercing pain. She could hardly imagine how horrifying the pain Mei Zisu had endured must have been when his entire right arm was cut off.
It was not only physical pain, but pain of the heart as well!
Without his right arm, he would find it difficult to hold a sword ever again!
Zhu Qingyue felt as though a massive boulder weighed upon her heart. Having grown up together since childhood, she knew this Senior Brother of hers best. It would not be an exaggeration to say he had been competitive his entire life, especially in the way of the sword, where he had never been willing to lose to anyone.
It was truly difficult to imagine how crushing it would be for him to no longer wield a sword.
Seeing Zhu Qingyue choke back sobs and weep, Lan Youyou stepped forward and softly offered a few words of comfort. Yet Lan Youyou herself was covered in wounds and breathing weakly, and her words only made Zhu Qingyue feel even worse.
Lu Feng's breathing also grew extraordinarily heavy.