If this is indeed the case, then Qing Zhu and Zi Xiao might really have a chance to be saved.
Lu Qing followed Chu Xiaoqing into a wooden hut.
Inside, Ye Qingzhu and Zi Xiao, along with two other disciples from the Qiankun Sect, were lying on the wooden planks.
Their robes were stained with blood, and their breaths were extremely weak.
Among them, Ye Qingzhu had a huge wound between her waist and abdomen, nearly splitting her in half diagonally, looking quite terrifying.
As for Zi Xiao, his condition was similarly severe; his right arm was missing, and his chest was sunken, his face as pale as gold paper, his breath as thin as a thread.
The other two Qiankun Sect disciples, whom Lu Qing did not recognize, were also gravely injured, their conditions not optimistic.
"How did they sustain such severe injuries?"
Lu Qing looked at the injuries of the few people, couldn't help but furrow his brows.
