"Father!" Xuanji and Linglong hurriedly supported Chu Lei, who could not stand and knelt down to the ground. His face was pale and his lips were dark purple, clearly severely injured. He strained himself and whispered, "Don't panic! Help me inside."
Dongfang Qingqi supported him, carefully carrying him into the main hall, then turned back to instruct his disciples, "Bring hot water!"
He unbuttoned Chu Lei's shirt, revealing a fingernail-sized dark purple mark on his chest and abdomen that didn't even break the skin. It was unknown what Ouyang had used to inflict such a wound. Touching it lightly with his hand, Chu Lei trembled in pain, his forehead breaking out in cold sweat, and suddenly he fainted.
Xuanji and Linglong, with tears in their eyes, clutched his neck, utterly helpless.