On top of the pavilion garden, Wei Wushuang looked at Lin Qian with a tense expression. From the painful expression on the other's face, he knew that his disciple was probably enduring immense pain.
Anxiously pacing back and forth nearby, restless and extremely worried.
"Why are you pacing? After all, your disciple is so capable, can he really get into trouble?" Wei Wushuang's brother, who was watching his pacing, was annoyed by the constant movement and spoke irritably.
Wei Wushuang furrowed his brows, muttering incessantly, "How did it happen? What exactly occurred?"
At that moment, Lin Qian suddenly opened his eyes, and a crystal bottle appeared in his hand, with silver potion shimmering with moonlight within.
Gulp, gulp!
After uncorking the bottle, Lin Qian tilted his head and drank the potion in one breath, casually tossing the crystal bottle aside.
