And at the moment when the jade tablet shattered - deep in the clouds and mist, in the ninth level.

On a high platform made of ice and stone, the white-haired immortal sitting solemnly opened his eyes slowly.

His eyes were pure white, like two clear crystals, and his long eyelashes were slightly drooped, covered with silver frost.

A ball of flowing water floated from the altar at the foot of the steps and condensed into a mirror, in which Nan Xian's face gradually appeared.

Junwu rolled his eyes gently, and his crystal-like eyes quickly turned dark.

The high platform collapsed, the snow shirts fell off, and peach blossom petals replaced the wind and snow in the sky, flying and falling one after another.

A tall figure with dark hair and deep eyes stepped into the mortal world lightly.

Nan Xian had just helped Situ Ting sit down on the chair, turned around, and suddenly her eyes blurred, and she almost ran into the man's arms.

A pair of big, slightly cool hands gently held her arm.

"Be careful." It was a familiar voice.

Nan Xian raised her eyes, her eyes widened in surprise, "Junwu! It's really you!"

Junwu smiled gently, retracted his arm, and stepped back politely.

His eyes glanced at the place where Nan Xian and Situ Ting had stood before, and the scenes from a few minutes ago flashed through his eyes like a revolving lantern.

Lowering his eyes, he understood everything in his mind.

He looked at Nan Xian again, lightly touching his lips, "Take me to see that person."

**

It was still the familiar ICU ward, but this time the person lying in it was not Lu Anna, but He Mingxiao.

He Mingxiao's condition at this time was very strange. His whole body was running with high fever, his skin was burned to a light pink color, blood was oozing from the tips of his fingers hanging outside the bed, and the whole ward was filled with blood that was so strong that it could not be dispersed.

The smell of blood is blooming.

Nan Xian stood in the observation room, watching Jun Wu approach He Mingxiao, leaning over to look at him carefully.

He took his hand and squeezed it gently.

The blood that was still dripping instantly flowed down like a column of water, gathering into a dark pool on the ground.

Nan Xian's scalp was numb at the sight. She looked away and poked Situ Ting who was sitting beside her.

"Is it really possible?"

Situ Ting has not spoken since Jun Wu showed up. Nan Xian thought that she was still shocked from the shock when she was blocked by the protective shield. However, she did not know that she had actually recovered a long time ago and is silent now, just because it was too heavy.

Shocked——

Who can tell her why the rumored ancestor of the divine dragon, who has never seen the beginning or end of the dragon, would be so kind to an ordinary human being and even come down to earth to help her in person???

Are you hallucinating? Right?

"Situ Ting?"

"Huh? Ah?" Situ Ting came to her senses, "What's the matter?"

Nan Xian pointed to the two people in the ICU.

Junwu seemed to still be studying He Mingxiao's hand. He bent down and stared at the bleeding place intently.

Nan Xian felt pain when she saw his blood flowing freely as if for free.

"Are you sure it can be done? Why haven't you started treatment yet? Are you confused?"

Situ Ting almost slipped out of the chair, silently complaining in her heart:

The person you are talking about is a big shot who has been cultivating for who knows how many years, an ancestor-level figure, and he is actually talking about whether he can do it behind his back...

She subconsciously glanced in the direction of Junwu.

After Nan Xian said those words, Jun Wu's back stiffened slightly, and then the corner of his mouth showed a helpless arc.

This arc was captured by the keen Situ Ting, and her mind was once again confused.

Okay, I'm not even angry about this...
Chapter completed!