Li Youcai’s soft awe made the others react as well.

“What happened just now? Who was that girl?” Yuying asked as she stared blankly at the gaping hole in the cavern wall. It marked the direction of where the goddess had blasted the undead hag.

“No matter what happened, we must depart without delay!” a fretful Miao interjected. “The undead hag is an undying monster. She’s only been shot through the wall, she’ll be back soon.”

“Right, we need to leave at once!” Lu Yun put all thoughts about the girl out of his mind and crawled up from the ground. The kick from 'Formation Thirteenth' had been hastily delivered and caused him no tangible damage.

“Are you alright?” He reached Qing Han’s side and helped the young man up. After a glance at the Dusk governor, the imperial envoy gently closed his eyes without replying.

“What’s… what’s the matter with you?” Lu Yun jolted in shock when he touched the inside of the young man’s wrist. As a member of a tomb raiding sect with deep roots in ancient Chinese history, he was naturally proficient in traditional medicine.

The imperial envoy’s pulse was so faint that it was a real worry his heart might stop at any second. Each breath seemed to bring him one step closer to his grave. Lu Yun’s heart clenched painfully as a foreboding feeling struck him.

Did I push him too hard earlier and end up hurting him? Or did something...