Tang Wulin quickly carried the platters upstairs, then opened the door of the room with his foot. "Mother, I'm back. What would you like to eat? I got a bit of every..."

As soon as he entered the room, his voice immediately trailed off as his mother was currently lying on top of his father, seemingly having fallen asleep again. She was clearly still very exhausted from her ordeal.

He gently placed the platters onto the table beside him, and as soon as he did that, his body suddenly stiffened.

There was something wrong! Even in a sleeping state, his mother's aura shouldn't be this feeble!

He instantly rushed over to Lang's side before helping her up. Her body was completely feeble in his arms, and her face was completely devoid of any color. What was even more harrowing was the crimson diagram that had...