"I... I feel like my chest is burning..." Yelü Nanxian replied weakly, her eyes half-open and half-closed.
Song Qingshu knew this was an illusion brought on by her injuries. He hurriedly sealed the acupoints around her wound. "Miss Nanxian, you must not circulate your qi to heal yourself, or the sword qi may damage your foundation. I'll remove the sword qi for you."
"Th... thank you..." Yelü Nanxian shut her beautiful eyes tightly. A faint glimmer of tears appeared at their corners, though it was unclear whether it was from the pain or from grief over her father using her as a shield.
Song Qingshu hastily sent a thread of true qi into her body, restraining the sword qi and preventing it from wreaking havoc within Yelü Nanxian. However, completely neutralizing it would take time.
Fortunately, at that critical moment, Song Qingshu had sensed that something was wrong. Not only had he withdrawn most of his force, but he had also avoided her vital points. Otherwise, Yelü Nanxian would likely have already met her end.
Though her injuries were serious, once Song Qingshu removed the sword qi and she rested properly, her life would not be in danger.
Just as he finished stabilizing her injuries, Tian Guinong suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood in the distance. Cheng Yaojia cried out in alarm beside him, "Song... this man, this man..."
Holding Yelü Nanxian in his arms, Song Qingshu took one step and appeared beside Tian Guinong. Seeing him barely clinging to life, he was greatly shocked. Tian Guinong had taken Yelü Yixin's punch in the back of the heart, but it should not have been fatal. That was why he had saved Yelü Nanxian first. Why had things turned out like this?
Seeing the puddle of black blood on