Chen Xin opened his eyes.
His gaze was no longer bright; instead, it carried the murky weariness of old age.
Seeing Gu Rong and Chen Xin, he could not help but reveal a bitter smile, inexplicably wrenching both their hearts.
Chen Xin slowly sat upright.
"Alas!"
He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, only a long sigh escaped him.
"Uncle Sword, you really..."
"That's right. I'm crippled!"
Chen Xin directly interrupted Ning Fengzhi with a definite answer.
Ning Fengzhi felt as though the sky had fallen.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was different from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect and the Clear Sky Sect.
They were known as the continent's foremost support sect because most of their disciples were support-type Spirit Masters.
There were only a few assault-type and agility-type Spirit Masters.
Without a Title Douluo guarding the sect, even any one of the lower three sects could easily wipe them out.
The crucial point was that Ning Fengzhi, as the sect master, possessed no ability to protect himself at all. Any assault-type Spirit Saint could easily kill him.
That was why he needed a Title Douluo by his side at all times.
Now that Chen Xin was crippled, Gu Rong alone could hardly handle both responsibilities.
Unless Ning Fengzhi remained within the sect and never went out, Gu Rong would have to face the dilemma of either guarding the sect or protecting him.
No matter which he chose, the safety of the other side would be left with a massive vulnerability.
Gu Rong abruptly strode forward.
He grabbed Chen Xin's wrist and sent in his soul power to examine him.
Even though he had already received the answer, he still found it hard to believe.
Yet reality gave him the harshest possible response.
Chen