That cloud of blood mist!
Yang Qing was not the only one who saw that cloud of blood mist. Bu Er, Jiang Zhizhou, and the others all saw it too.
A veil of white mist still hung before them, preventing them from seeing Qin Yue's figure shrouded within it.
Yet, for some reason, Yang Qing felt a stinging at the corners of his eyes.
The blood mist dispersed, and they had not heard so much as a cry of pain from Qin Yue. He was likely facing far more peril than hope.
The blood mist filling the air circled the Rootless Wood once, then actually split into two streams before Yang Qing.
The larger stream plunged straight into the Rootless Wood's green leaves and red flowers. After absorbing the blood mist, its red flowers became incomparably more vivid and alluring, giving anyone who looked at them the feeling of an eerie wind sweeping toward their face.
Who would have thought that the Rootless Wood could absorb a person's soul essence?
But a smaller stream of blood mist did not settle on the Rootless Wood. Instead, it landed directly on Yang Qing's forehead.
Before Yang Qing could raise his hand to wipe it away, the blood mist had vanished completely into his forehead.
At the same time, Qin Yue's voice rang out in Yang Qing's mind.
"Young Master Yang, you must be careful."
Qin Yue's voice quickly faded into the distance. If not for the throbbing pain in his forehead, Yang Qing would have thought he had just hallucinated.
At the same time, a heavy ache settled in Yang Qing's heart.
His earlier guess had been right. The blood mist they had seen had come from Qin Yue's body.
That alone showed how grievously Qin Yue had been injured.
Or perhaps