Meanwhile, Xiaren heard the howling of a beast not far away. She recognized it as the cry of a creature named Tao Wu by the mountain people. These beings were very spiritual, not easily disturbed.
It's said that Tao Wu usually does not make any sound, but when it does, it signifies the perception of someone's death.
Her heart skipped a beat, she rose and walked towards the door. Just as Si Limo entered from outside, Xiaren plunged into his arms once more.
"What's wrong?" Si Limo reached out to hold Xiaren's waist, noticing something seemed off about her expression.
Qiao Xiaren shook her head, disregarding Si Limo and stepping over the threshold. Sure enough, the increasingly urgent sound of coughing was coming from the room where her master lived.
Indeed, her master was lying on the bed, barely breathing.
"Master."