Quan An saw Qin Liuxi return and instantly burst into tears, a grown man crying out loud.
"Junior Temple Master, please look at my young master. He seems, he seems to have no breath left." Quan An wailed loudly.
He had only guarded for two hours, watching with his own eyes as Quan Jing's breath grew weaker and weaker, to the point where even the rise and fall of his chest was no longer visible, his face colorless, the very image of a dead person.
Even so, he dared not reach out to check his breath, fearing that there would be no warm breath left in him.
Under such torture, seeing Qin Liuxi return, he finally could not hold back and collapsed.
Qin Liuxi glanced at Quan Jing and said, "Don't worry, the ghost messenger is still outside waiting, without my orders, he dares not enter to hook the soul."
Quan An's crying paused: "..."
What the heck, a ghost messenger?
