The monkey beastman was gasping for breath, falling on the ground with tremor. Everyone was alarmed, yet no one dared to come to help him.
What had happened outside? They wondered. Their gazes involuntarily fell on Master Xie's chamber.
On the ground, the monkey beastman's chest heaved up and down, his eyes filled with boundless fear. He just laid there, unmoving. His blood pooled around him.
"Help… me…" he croaked out weakly, gazing at them. His eyes filled with hope.
No one came forward.
He didn't give up, continuously asking them to help him.
"What happened?" The man who had proposed to barge into Xie Ziyuan's chamber opened his mouth first, breaking the silence under almost inaudible whispers. They asked the question everyone had in their heart.
They all stared at the monkey beastman, waiting for his answer. He coughed out, spitting out some blood. "Help… I will… tell you."
