"Bang!"
Shangguan Wei'er slammed the door shut. She took the girl from the black-clad bodyguard who was supporting her and hurriedly helped her lie down on the sofa, her brows knitted tightly.
Xu Lanqing was somewhat surprised. What was this...
The girl lying on the sofa was sixteen or seventeen. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her delicate, deathly pale face was speckled with blood. Her breathing was faint.
She was covered in wounds of all sizes. The worst was a gash that stretched from her abdomen to her heart.
Blood poured out relentlessly, soaking her pale yellow palace dress red. The stench of blood was so strong it was choking.
It looked as though she had been cut with a sharp weapon, and there were also signs of burns.
That wasn't all. He could faintly sense traces of evil energy lingering in the girl's body, constantly eating away at her. Fortunately, another, sacred power was suppressing it, preventing her from bleeding out.
With injuries this severe, even if she recovered, she would probably be left with scars. That would undoubtedly be a huge blow to a girl in the prime of her youth.
But the most important thing now was whether she could survive. Nothing else mattered.
"Go get a healing-type Soul Master, and bring over every precious medicinal herb we have. Hurry! Now!"
Shangguan Wei'er's voice was urgent and heavy. As she spoke to the black-clad bodyguard, her eyes never left the girl on the sofa, who was barely breathing.
"My lady, someone's already gone," the black-clad bodyguard replied.
Shangguan crouched beside the girl and held one hand above the terrible wound in her abdomen, carefully channeling her powerful Soul Power in an attempt to stabilize her condition.
But it had little effect. At most, it could slow