Yuan Qing's body was in tatters. Her bones were sticking out, but she chose to move instead. She couldn't properly get up, so she began crawling on the ground. She moved very little, her advancement could not amount to anything, but, she managed to open the door and reach a particular room.
The room had two unconscious individuals, one was the Sword God presumably knocked out cold and the other was Wang Ling.
Yuan Qing stumbled as she tried her best to stand, she walked over to Wang Ling's side and got on her knees. She moved her hands and touched Wang Ling's forehead, waking him up.
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"Don't!" Wang Ling's voice echoed inside the room. He called out for Butler Sun wanting to argue but all he met was a wooden wall. Wang Ling fell, his body weak he had no strength to call for, but that didn't matter to him.