Qiao Ranran fell silent. Perhaps because she knew Wen Ziheng too well, she could see the resemblance without mistaking the man for him. Once her initial surprise faded, she could clearly tell them apart.
The man before her was much older than Wen Ziheng. Even with his eyes closed, his features held a steady composure. He was probably an elder of Wen Ziheng's Clan.
No wonder Zhou Lukang was so worried. His friends were all scions of great families, but their families' foundations fell far short of the Wen Family's. Besides, the Wen Family and the Feng Family were bound together like branches of the same tree. If something happened to a member of the Wen Family and blame fell on those friends, they might not be able to explain themselves even with mouths all over their bodies. In the end, their families might not be able to protect them either.
And since this man looked so much like Wen Ziheng, they had to be close blood relatives. His standing in the Wen Family could hardly be ordinary. For someone to have pursued him so openly through the Heavenly Evolution Sword Sect, the situation was probably complicated.
But what concerned the seniors here now was saving his life. Once he woke, they would know who had attacked him in the Heavenly Evolution Sword Sect.
At Venerable Muhua's signal, Qiao Ranran stepped forward and checked his pulse. A peculiar look crossed her face.
Venerable Muhua smiled. "Speak your mind."
Qiao Ranran nodded. "To be honest, I came because Senior Brother Zhou asked me to take a look. The people caught up in this—the ones the Heavenly Evolution Sword Sect locked away—are his friends. As far as I know, only one of them has reached the Golden Core Stage. The rest are