The moonlight was cold and clear.
Fang Han used Clear Breeze Step, carrying Xue Qinghe as he sped through the night.
The woman in his arms was growing cold, her breathing weaker with every breath.
Even through her clothes, Fang Han could feel her vitality fading fast. She was close to death.
With a bang, he blasted open the gate of the Martial Training Courtyard with Force Qi.
Fang Ding, who had been practicing his stance in the courtyard, heard the noise and whipped around.
Seeing a woman in Fang Han's arms, he stared, his eyes round with shock.
"Xiao Han, what happened? Where did this young lady come from?"
"Big Brother, heat a pot of water for me first."
Fang Han had no time to explain. He carried Xue Qinghe straight toward the stone table in the courtyard.
"Right, right. I'm going now."
Fang Ding hurriedly got up, threw on his outer robe, and rushed to the kitchen, glancing back at the woman in Fang Han's arms as he went.
When he saw that she was covered in blood, he ran even faster. He darted into the kitchen and started the fire.
Fang Han helped Xue Qinghe onto a stone stool.
But she was so weak she could not even sit upright.
He had no choice but to hold her up with one hand.
"Don't move."
As he spoke, he sent a thread of his Force Qi into her body to examine her injuries.
Fang Han's brows drew tighter. What his Force Qi revealed was worse than he had expected.
He had not imagined that nearly all her internal organs were injured.
Some wounds were worse than others, but the danger was grave.
Her heart and lungs were in especially bad shape. Blood and qi were congested there, her