Soon, Elder Tianji hung up the phone with Li Mufan.
Li Mufan immediately returned to Li Muxing's side, squatting beside him, his gaze filled with worry as he looked at Li Muxing, whose forehead was already covered in a fine sweat.
"Second brother, bear with it for a while longer, I've called my master, he'll be here soon."
Li Mufan spoke soothingly to his second brother.
Li Mufan was also feeling quite guilty; if it weren't for his lack of skill, Li Muxing wouldn't have been affected.
But now, no amount of worry would help.
Li Mufan gently used his sleeve to wipe Li Muxing's forehead.
Li Muxing was very uncomfortable, his eyes tightly shut, only slightly lifting his eyelids to glance at Li Mufan, and whispered with a slight smile, "I'm okay."
Hearing this, Li Mufan felt a pang of sorrow.
Since childhood, Li Mufan knew his second brother didn't speak much, but when it came to them, he wasn't silent.
