Chapter 69

The air inside the chamber was thick with the scent of aged wood and incense, but it did little to mask the underlying scent of decay. Feng Jiao Xue knelt beside the bed, her gaze locked onto the frail figure lying before her.

His breath was shallow, each exhale fragile, as if the mere act of breathing was a battle he was struggling to win.

"Don't die yet" Feng Jiao Xue muttered as her brows creased while frantically searching through her mind for possible solutions.

She pressed two fingers against his wrist, allowing her qi to seep into his meridians. Immediately, the turbulence within him lashed back rejecting her interference.

Feng Jiao Xue gritted her teeth, steadying herself against the unstable qi. It's chaotic, unstable... if this continues, he won't survive.