It felt as though a long time had passed, but it had only been an instant. Pei Ling's finger had already left Wen Ziheng's forehead, and Wen Ziheng collapsed, his eyes vacant.
It happened too fast. Let alone anyone else, even Qiao Ranran had no idea what Pei Ling had done or why before he was finished. When she saw Wen Ziheng fall, she thought Pei Ling had struck him down in front of everyone. But after a moment's shock, she realized Wen Ziheng was still alive.
As for why he had collapsed, Qiao Ranran did not care.
"Ziheng!" Yu Mingxuan ran over, dragging her ailing body along.
Although Yu Mingxuan had only just resolved to give up on Wen Ziheng, she still could not bear to see him hurt. She rushed forward to check on him, and Zhong Yunkun followed. After a careful examination, his expression turned peculiar.
When Yu Mingxuan's condition had suddenly flared up earlier, Zhong Yunkun had been completely baffled. He had never seen anything like it, and treating it was difficult. Wen Ziheng's condition was not as critical as hers, but it was no more within his ability to treat.
Zhong Yunkun looked up at Qiao Ranran, unsure whether he should speak. Qiao Ranran, meanwhile, looked at Pei Ling, wanting an explanation but not knowing how to ask.
Pei Ling was lost in thought, trying to piece together a complete story from the fragments of memory he had just obtained. Sensing Qiao Ranran's gaze, he looked back. He saw the worry in her eyes and heard Yu Mingxuan's urgent cries. Only then did he smile and say, "He's suffering from Cultivation Deviation."
That was one way to put it. With his Fortune in chaos and collapsing, Wen Ziheng did show signs of Cultivation Deviation. It