On a cold night, blood spattered across the streets. A figure in splendid robes staggered forward, barely managing to reach the gates of the First Prince's Manor before collapsing straight down.
Inside the First Prince's Manor, Xuan Zhen sensed something. His expression changed slightly, and he immediately rushed out.
Before the manor gates, the fallen figure was drenched in red, blood streaming endlessly from his body. The sight was desolate beyond words.
"Xuan Xiu."
Xuan Zhen's pupils contracted. He stepped forward to support the other man and asked in a deep voice, "Who was it? Who wounded you to such a state?"
"Xuan... Qing."
The Twelfth Prince forced out those two words with his last shred of strength. Then his arm fell limp, and he passed out.
"Hah!"
Seeing this, Xuan Zhen gave a low shout. Demonic essence surged from his body, pouring without end into the other man.
A moment later, Xuan Zhen picked up the severely wounded, unconscious Xuan Xiu and hurried toward the manor.
"This is—!"
Within the manor, the First Prince Consort saw the figure in her husband's arms, and her expression immediately changed. Xuan Xiu—how had he become like this?
"Go invite Mister Feng," Xuan Zhen said gravely.
"I'll go at once."
The First Prince Consort nodded and immediately departed.
In the royal hall, Xuan Zhen carried Xuan Xiu inside. With a turn of his right hand, a cyan pill appeared. Cyan light swirled around it, and its boundless vitality was as vigorous as an ocean.
His younger brother's life hung by a thread. Xuan Zhen did not dare hesitate in the slightest. He pushed the pill into his mouth, then gathered essence in his palm to help him dissolve its medicinal power.
The next moment, cyan light blazed from Xuan Xiu's body. Wave-like vitality