Cripple
Editor: Atlas Studios
The man looked up.
A bloody face came into view. However, Nan Yiyi's worried heart instantly calmed down.
"Yuxing!" Nan Yifan was the first to react. He shouted and immediately ran over to help him up.
Not only was Nan Yuxing's face covered in blood, but his clothes were also dyed red. Moreover, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was weak.
He had clearly fainted.
The thick smell of blood enveloped the area!
Nan Yifan was extremely anxious. "Yuxing! Yuxing, wake up!"
Nan Yuxing's eyelids seemed to move, but he still couldn't open them.
Nan Yiyi and the two elders also rushed over.
"Clan Leader, please allow me to take Eldest Young Master's pulse first," one of the elders said respectfully.
Only then did Nan Yifan wake up and hurriedly make way. "Yes, yes! Jin He, you do it!"
Elder Jin He took a step forward and placed his finger on Nan Yuxing's wrist. A moment later, his expression suddenly changed. "This—"