"Yuan Xian! Someone, come save my son Yuan Xian!"
Xia Daozi cried out in heartfelt anguish and despair.
A few more people rushed over from the crowd, checked him in a flurry, exchanged glances, but remained silent.
"How is it, can you save him?"
Xia Daozi grabbed one by the collar and hurriedly asked.
"Young Master Yuan Xian..."
The person hesitated, stammering.
Upon hearing this, Xia Daozi grew anxious, his eyes turned fierce, his expression twisted, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "If you can't save my son Yuan Xian, I'll bury your entire family with him!"
The person shuddered all over and quickly said, "Lord Chancellor, don't worry, Young Master Yuan Xian's life isn't in danger, but... but his dantian is destroyed, and it's unlikely to recover fully."
"Will it affect his future cultivation?"
Xia Daozi, not understanding martial arts, became worried and asked a rather foolish question.
"There should be some impact,"
