With a loud bang, the door of the Taoist Scripture Tower was violently pushed open, producing a thunderous noise.
Qi Zhiyuan's brows furrowed immediately, casting his gaze towards the doorway, yet in the next moment his expression changed dramatically.
"Senior, senior brother... please help me quickly!" Chu Zhihe's lips were smeared with blood, on her way here she had fiercely bitten open the wound on her tongue again, causing the blood to flow out incessantly.
Her face turned incredibly pale, and she staggered, barely taking two steps after entering the door before she collapsed onto the ground.
"Junior sister!"
Qi Zhiyuan, seeing her appearance, knew something had gone wrong. He suddenly flicked a red string from his hand, using it to lift her body and swiftly headed towards the quiet room.
The open door closed with a bang, without any wind.
