The room fell silent once more.
Before this, they had felt that, as disciples, they could only watch their master suffer untold torment, wishing they could take his place.
But when the target was truly laid before them, and they compared the foundations and strength of those two colossal beings—
They were once again seized by a deep sense of powerlessness.
Yet as time ticked away, second by second—
Qin Zhisui, who had been lying rather quietly on the bed, began to tremble again.
"I am not a sinner..."
Qin Zhisui struggled violently. The veins on his shriveled hands bulged as he frantically tried to tear at his own face.
"I did nothing wrong! I did nothing wrong!!!"
Noticing the disturbance, everyone hurried forward.
"Master! Master, please wake up!"
But Qin Zhisui's roars only grew louder. His eyes were wide with fury, as though they held every unwillingness in the world. "I, Qin Zhisui... am not a sinner..."
"This..."
They looked at one another, but faced with Qin Zhisui's relentless struggling, they did not dare use too much force, afraid of hurting his frail mortal body.
They could only carefully control their strength and hold down the old man's limbs, preventing him from continuing to claw at his own face.
Very soon—
Someone refused to believe it and formed another hand seal. Gentle, clear light flowed into the old man's body one after another, yet his emotions showed no sign of improving.
Qin Zhisui's eyes became increasingly crazed, his breathing rapid. Blood even began to seep from his throat, making it clear that he was already on the verge of collapse.
"What should we do?!"
Spells were useless, and precious medicines were hard to find. Could they only wait for their master to grit his teeth and endure it himself?