Everything Had Been Planned

Amid the ruins, Ning Rongrong wept bitterly, tears streaming down her face.

Ning Fengzhi and the others did not stop her. After all, Lin Yan was already as good as dead to them, and Ning Rongrong had only known him for a month or two. Once they brought her back to the Sect and properly disciplined her, she would eventually get over it.

However... a weak voice from the ruins abruptly shattered their illusion.

"I'm fine."

Lin Yan slightly raised his eyes, his breath faint as a thread.

A huge, vicious wound ran from his shoulder to his abdomen, leaving his entire body covered in blood. Blood also somehow trickled from the corner of his mouth, staining his whole chin.

Combined with his dirt-covered face, he looked utterly miserable.

The scene suddenly fell silent!

Ning Rongrong's sobs halted for an instant. Hope lit up Ye Rou'er's eyes as she knelt on the ground, and even Xue Qinghe's face showed delight.

"Lin Yan, sob sob sob~"

Coming back to her senses, Ning Rongrong tightly embraced Lin Yan, crying far more heartbrokenly than before.

Not far away.

"He's not dead?"

Ning Fengzhi looked at Chen Xin in astonishment. He felt that his intentions had been obvious enough. Chen Xin could not possibly have failed to understand what he meant, nor could he have shown Lin Yan mercy.

Then why was Lin Yan not dead?

Chen Xin was equally surprised. Although he had not used a Spirit Skill in that strike, even if Lin Yan had been a Soul Saint rather than a Spirit King, he should not have been able to withstand it.

What was going on?

Everyone's shock now even surpassed what they had felt before.

Within the ruins, Lin Yan squeezed Ning Rongrong's palm and discreetly slipped a pre-made "Level-Four