Noble Consort Wan

Wuxi Town, in the northern outskirts, lay a dilapidated temple atop desolate hills.

A figure staggered into the ruins, breathing heavily. "Pfft!" Upon entering, he spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned instantly pale, muttering, "Never thought it would be this troublesome."

Drenched in blood, his gaze unfocused, he gasped for air with a profound sense of weakness. Every step seemed precarious, as if he could collapse at any moment.

It was none other than Chu Yang, who managed to stay on his feet only by sheer willpower.

"Brother Chu, what happened to you?" Qiu Shaodong emerged upon hearing the commotion, witnessing Chu Yang's condition. His expression changed drastically as he rushed to support him, inquiring, "This noble at the court, how skilled is she? At least ninth grade?"

"Yeah," Chu Yang weakly affirmed, continuing, "We need to leave here quickly. She's formidable. I suspect the entire town will be mobilized to capture me soon."