"Junior Brother, tell me honestly. How much longer can you hold on?" Qingfeng asked, his face full of worry.
Huang Xiao hesitated briefly, then drew a deep breath and said, "Most of my internal power is going toward suppressing the Demon-Ghost Blood Curse now, but the curse keeps growing stronger, and it's strengthening faster and faster. Once my internal power can no longer suppress it, I'm afraid that will be the moment I die. At this rate, I have a year at most. Perhaps I won't even last that long."
Huang Xiao's words struck like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, leaving the four women stunned.
A year. How could they have imagined that Huang Xiao had only a year left to live? If things went badly, he would not even last a year.
"A year?" Old Sun murmured.
"Old Sun, you must have a way," Zhao Xin'er said urgently.
In her eyes, an elder like Old Sun naturally gave them a great sense of reassurance. After all, he had lived for so many years, and his knowledge and experience were far beyond theirs. Whether their husband could be saved was something for which they still had to pin their hopes on Old Sun.
Seeing Old Sun let out a long sigh, You Lian'er turned to Qingfeng and said, "Eldest Senior Brother, you're at the half-step martial realm too. Is there really nothing you can do?"
Qingfeng shook his head. "Old Sun and I have discussed it privately many times. At least here, we can think of no solution. Unless..."
"Unless what?" A sudden light flared in You Lian'er's dull, lifeless eyes, and she cried out urgently.
"Go to the Martial World!" Old Sun's quiet voice rang out.
"The Martial World?" All four women were startled.
Huang Xiao had naturally