"Are you alright?" Murong Fenghua lowered her head, her eyes showing a trace of anxiety. This incident, after all, had arisen because of her. If Wen Zhixing were to be harmed like this due to her actions, how could she live with herself?
"I'm fine... Ugh..." Wen Zhixing gave a smile and shook his head, only to suddenly spew out a large mouthful of fresh blood.
How could he possibly be okay?
Li Juncheng's cultivation had already reached the realm of the primordial spirit. That oppressive force had nearly crushed Wen Zhixing into pulp. At this moment, his internal organs were severely damaged. Even his Sea of Qi was shattered. He was critically injured and on the brink of death.
"Wen Zhixing..." Murong Fenghua was immediately startled; her keen eyesight allowed her to discern Wen Zhixing's critical condition. A feeling of guilt welled up within her. With a flip of her slender white hands, an elixir with three stripes quickly fell into Wen Zhixing's mouth.
