Chapter 721: I Object
Resting Hall.
Daoist Sanjue lay on the stretcher, his face dark and grim. He couldn't move at all. The strange, sinister energy inside his body had seemingly doubled in strength in less than a minute.
Everyone gathered around.
"Old Daoist, how are you?"
"Daoist, how is your injury?"
Zhang Hongjing’s face also showed concern. She was the first to ask, "How do you feel?"
"I'm sorry." Daoist Sanjue had no complaints about this young lady official. He let out a soft sigh and said, "I won’t make it. My death is of no consequence... but losing this match has brought disgrace to Great Xia."
"You'll be fine." Zhang Hongjing quickly reassured him, "Don't worry. We have the best doctors. We’ll take you to the operating room immediately..."
"No need." At that moment, Li Xiaofei stepped through the crowd. "I can treat this injury."
Hmm?
Countless eyes turned toward him.
Is he serious?