"Make way, make way!"
Chu Lingxian knocked the kneeling disciples of the Hall of Divine Slaughter aside and rushed into Xie Tian's cave dwelling. Wiping away tears, he asked the Silver Armored guard, "How is my brother?"
"The injuries are not serious," the Silver Armored guard replied with complexity.
"Oh, that's good, that's good."
Greatly relieved, Chu Lingxian stared at Xie Tian for a moment before he reached out to remove the mask of the Divine Slaughter.
Seeing those lifeless, despair-filled blood-colored eyes, even the Silver Armored guard shuddered, and Chu Lingxian couldn't stop his tears.
"Brother, tell me, what on earth is going on…"
"I am the young master of the Hall of Divine Slaughter, very powerful. Whatever you want to do, I'm with you; whatever you want, I'll get it for you!"
"Brother Xie Tian, say something, please. It hurts me so much to see you like this, wah..."
...
Watching the young master crying his heart out saddened the Silver Armored guard as well.
