A Curse Mark-Undone in a Ditch

As soon as Zhang Yuchen finished speaking.

Pan Ling, blood still at the corner of her mouth, spoke as well:

"Senior Song, Brother Jiang's true qi is in disarray. His yang fire is steadily weakening—it looks like it's about to go out.

He risked his life to save the three of us..."

By this point, Pan Ling's eyes had turned red.

Zhang Yuchen spoke again:

"Yeah! Brother Jiang only thought about keeping the three of us safe. He didn't care about himself at all.

Senior Song, Senior Green Mountain, you have to save Brother Jiang!"

"It's all my fault. I was injured in the illusion and dragged everyone down, dragged Brother Jiang down too..."

At that, Pan Ling could no longer hold herself together, and tears burst from her eyes.

Though that had been a mental illusion.

Everyone understood after coming out that injuries sustained within the mental illusion would also manifest in reality.

Just like Zhang Yuchen and Pan Ling—one had his arm cut, while the other had been struck in the stomach with a staff.

The Black Lotus Vajra Pestle possessed an exceptionally sinister power.

If they were struck directly by the Black Buddha's palm in the illusion.

Then their physical bodies in reality would undoubtedly die as well...

Though I was weak at the moment, freezing all over, with my meridians still aching.

I heard their conversation too.

Forcing out a faint smile, I spoke weakly:

"It's just a minor injury. It's nothing. Don't, don't cry!"

I barely had any strength left when I said that. Even the breath I exhaled was white with cold...

I regarded them as friends who would stand with me through life and death.

They had risked their lives for me too, so there was nothing wrong with what I had done.