Mo Chen rode the wind, his figure swift as lightning, carrying the barely breathing Chen Jin in his arms. Huo Yuci clutched her husband's icy hand, while the other surviving disciple of the Thousand Sword Pavilion remained unconscious.
The four streaked across the sky, heading straight for the Thousand Sword Pavilion. Mo Chen drove his Wind-Riding Technique to its limit with his Foundation Establishment Realm cultivation, traveling far faster than he had on the way there. Only one thought remained in his mind: Faster! Faster still! Master's life hangs on every passing second!
The gates of the Thousand Sword Pavilion came into view in the distance. Mo Chen had already swept the area with his Divine Sense and discovered Pavilion Master Ling Yunzhi, several elders, and a large crowd of disciples waiting anxiously outside.
"Junior Brother Mo!" Ling Yunzhi spotted the streak of light from afar and immediately rushed forward. When he saw Chen Jin in Mo Chen's arms, his face ashen gold and his breathing faint, the normally composed pavilion master's expression changed drastically. Tears filled his fierce eyes. "Master!!" Behind him, Elders Iron Face, Autumn Waters, and the others shuddered from head to toe and cried out in grief.
"Quick! Go to Swordheart Hall and summon Elder Yao! Bring all the finest pills from the treasury!" Ling Yunzhi forced down his anguish and issued a string of orders, his voice hoarse with urgency.
Carrying Chen Jin, Mo Chen hurried into Swordheart Hall in the deepest part of the pavilion, surrounded by the others. This hall was where successive pavilion masters of the Thousand Sword Pavilion had entered seclusion or recovered from injuries. A Spirit-Gathering Formation had been laid within; although spiritual energy was scarce here, it was better than nothing.
Elder Yao, a gaunt man with snow-white hair