But when he stood up, because Ancestor Hongjun's attacks on the Masked Man were truly vicious, his body was extremely weak.
Qin Xi staggered. Beside him, Daoist Yangmei saw that Qin Xi's entire expression had already begun to weaken, and he nervously hurried to Qin Xi's side.
By now, there was already some light, so when he saw Qin Xi's face, he was startled. Looking at Qin Xi, he said, "What's wrong? Why do you look so awful?"
Qin Xi's face was truly deathly pale, and there were many beads of sweat on his forehead, soaking the hair at his brow.
Qin Xi let go of Daoist Yangmei's hand supporting him, then straightened up as if he did not care at all. Looking at Daoist Yangmei, he said, "I'm fine. I'm just a little tired from fighting all night. I'll be all right after resting for a bit."
Daoist Yangmei, however, did not believe Qin Xi's words, because he had already lifted his eyes and looked toward Ancestor Hongjun.
He saw that Ancestor Hongjun was currently locked in a fierce battle with the Masked Man, and at this moment, the Masked Man had completely lost the ability to fight back. He wanted to flee.
But Ancestor Hongjun did not give him that chance at all, beating the Masked Man into a miserable state.
A thought flashed through Daoist Yangmei's mind, and he realized what the reason was. He was truly extremely nervous as he looked at Qin Xi and said, "Is the Masked Man affecting you?"
Qin Xi also knew this matter could not be concealed, so he had no intention of hiding anything from Daoist Yangmei and the others, his friends.
He said to them, "That's right. When his body is injured, I'm implicated as well. But don't worry.