Steward Cai, filled with grief and anger, pushed open the door and entered, casting his eyes about.
On the ancient bed lay a woman, her face as pale as golden paper, her breath thin as a thread, with the light in her eyes dim and faint.
Standing beside her, taking care of the woman, was an extremely young man, who appeared to be no more than twenty.
At that moment, seeing their own door suddenly pushed open and a strange old man walk in, both were equally surprised and wary as they looked at Steward Cai.
"Who are you? Why have you barged into my home!" The youth demanded.
Steward Cai's face stiffened.
Because the woman lying on the bed, pale and etched with worry, was not his Dao Companion Si Jun.
Steward Cai turned his head to look at Lu Qingshan, who had just sent off the yellow-clad Loose Cultivator and had followed him in.
His eyes were filled with questions.
Lu Qingshan didn't fully understand the detailed situation either.