Li Jing Was So Dazed He Was About to Die? Manjushri: How Was I Supposed to Save Him When I Didn't Know Why He Wasn't Affected?

Inside the tent.

Li Jing lay in bed, feeling dizzy and unwell, his mind muddled and heavy.

At Li Jing's side,

his two sons, Jin Zha and Muzha, took turns watching over him, their faces filled with anxiety and confusion.

"Is Vanguard Li all right?"

Upon learning of this, Jiang Ziya personally brought people over to examine Li Jing's condition.

Behind him,

Nangong Shi and the others entered the tent one after another.

They looked at Li Jing in bafflement, all deeply curious about what had happened to him.

Li Jing might not have become an immortal,

but he cultivated the Martial Path and was, at the very least, a Martial Path Golden Immortal-level master.

Though he was not especially powerful, nor capable of using martial arts to conquer immortals, it was perfectly normal for him to be strong and healthy, immune to all ailments.

Not to mention that it was now the height of summer.

Even if Li Jing were thrown into ice and snow in the dead of winter and made to take a cold bath,

nothing would happen to him.

How could he possibly become dizzy and catch a cold in hot weather?

"Martial Uncle Jiang."

"Greetings, Martial Uncle!"

Seeing Jiang Ziya arrive, Jin Zha and Muzha cupped their hands in salute.

As for Nangong Shi and the others, they did not care much about them.

After all, Chan Sect Disciples held themselves high above all others. West Qi was merely a tool for their Conquest of Zhou. Who would care about these useful pawns?

Within the Chan Sect, who would pay attention to the attitudes of these West Qi court officials???

Although Nangong Shi and the others looked displeased, they said nothing and merely observed Li Jing curiously.

Li Jing had a towel pressed to his