Zhao Ximing was worrying about how to get into Linquan Villa.
The guards at Xitian Pavilion were extremely strict; it was virtually a fool's dream for him, a Sword Guest Rank, to sneak in.
Suddenly, an inexplicable feeling surged in his heart, compelling him to walk in a certain direction involuntarily.
The more he walked, the stronger the feeling became until he saw a figure lying on the ground.
Damn it!
With one glance, Zhao Ximing understood what had happened.
He hurried over and helped Gu Shengyin to her feet.
"Great Grandmaster Uncle? Great Grandmaster Uncle!" Only then did he notice something was wrong with Gu Shengyin—her face was deathly pale, her breathing weak, and he reached out to feel her pulse.
"Xitian Pavilion!" Zhao Ximing's eyes nearly turned blood red. The Great Grandmaster Uncle's appearance was clearly one of someone drained of nearly all their blood!