After the Sect Leader and the others explained every detail to Qin Ling, the tent fell silent.
Everyone was waiting for Qin Ling to say something.
After all, their thoughts were irrelevant. The only thing that could save Tang Mo was the attribute bead, and its owner was standing right before them.
"When do we start?"
Qin Ling looked at Tang Mo. She was lying on a mat, dressed in fresh, clean clothes, her face pale. It felt as if a hand had seized his heart, squeezing so tightly he could barely breathe.
Thanks to Lin Yi's meticulous care, Tang Mo was immaculate. If not for her pale complexion and faint breaths, one might have thought she was simply asleep.
Qin Ling knelt, his hand gently stroking Tang Mo's face.
As his fingers brushed over her bloodless lips, Qin Ling felt he couldn't wait another moment.
