Meng Wenyu looked at the uncontrollable bloodline, growing more anxious. If it continued like this, the outcome would be disastrous.
Xiao Feng was even more at a loss, no less anxious than Meng Wenyu. He truly didn't know what to do.
"If this goes on, the young master will definitely have an accident," Xiao Feng said.
"I know, but I have no solution. Even if Zhong Xun and the others came, it wouldn't help," Meng Wenyu replied. "If I had a way, I would have suppressed it long ago. The Pavilion Master's martial uncle is unreachable. What can I do?"
Xiao Feng paced back and forth anxiously on the spot, completely clueless about what to do, watching the situation grow more serious yet helpless.
"Have someone try contacting again. I refuse to believe we can't reach them," Xiao Feng suggested.
"I've already had people contacting continuously," Meng Wenyu frowned. "Still unreachable so far; otherwise, they would have been here already."
"Whoosh!"
