"Elder Tang Ren?"
Wang Dong'er practically sprang from her chair and hurried forward.
Tang Ren's robes were already soaked through with blood, and his aura was exceedingly weak.
Clearly, no one could say how much strength he had exhausted forcing himself to make it all the way here.
Wang Dong'er had only just crouched down.
Tang Ren shakily raised a hand and seized her wrist.
"Y-young master..."
The words had barely left his mouth.
Blood was already spilling from the corner of his lips.
"The Clear Sky Sect..."
"Something... has happened..."
Before his voice had even fully faded.
Tang Ren's head slumped to one side.
He lost consciousness completely.
Only Wang Dong'er remained, kneeling numbly on the floor with blood covering her hands, those few words echoing through her mind.
Something had happened to the Clear Sky Sect?
Then what about Big Uncle and Second Uncle?
What on earth had happened to the sect?
In an instant.
Every worst-case possibility surged into her mind.
Just as her emotions threatened to spiral completely out of control.
A voice she had longed to hear day and night for two whole years suddenly sounded behind her.
"Looks like... I arrived just in time."
"The rest of you disciples, move along. Don't crowd around here."
"Senior Sister, hurry and fetch Elder Zhuang..."
"No!"
"Go straight to Senior Bi Ji instead!"
Hearing those calm, orderly instructions behind her, Wang Dong'er shuddered and slowly turned her head in disbelief.
Silhouetted against the sunlight streaming through the doorway.
A figure noticeably taller and broader than she remembered stood steadily there.
Long hair fell behind his shoulders, framing that familiar handsome face and those familiar eyes.
Though she had not seen him for two years.
She still recognized him at first glance.
"Long Yaochen..."
Tears instantly blurred her