Imperial City, Great Hall of the Luo Clan Manor.
"Father, is... is Sister going to be alright?" Luo Lan's voice was filled with raw anxiety, his usually cheerful face completely drained of color.
He stood shivering in his wet clothes, terrified that his father would say the words he feared the most.
Luo Qing's beautiful, icy face was terrifyingly pale, and her usually sharp, focused eyes had become completely spiritless.
Underneath her translucent skin, a dark blue, freezing vein of uncontrolled Qi was roaming violently about, visibly draining her remaining life force with every passing second.
The tall, imposing Luo Clan Patriarch was gloomily standing next to his daughter's bed.
As he slowly withdrew his hand, pulling back the dense Nascent Soul true energy he had just used to forcefully stabilize her core, his sharp eyebrows were knitted together in a furious V.
