Xu Qing paced back and forth, deep in thought, and before he realized it, a quarter of an hour had passed.
In this quarter of an hour, Gu Wuji felt as if he had experienced twenty long years. He couldn't help but feel that his heroic vigor was waning.
He never imagined that one day he would find himself in such a wretched and anxious state.
Those who practice martial arts claim to view life and death lightly.
Yet, when that day truly comes, they value it more than anyone else.
Time trickled away slowly.
Gu Wuji didn't know how long he had been dwelling in melancholy and worry, his mind nearly numbing.
Xu Qing stopped walking.
For Gu Wuji, who felt as if he was enveloped in prolonged darkness, the first ray of dawn couldn't arrive soon enough, and he eagerly asked: "How is Xu Jieyuan, can I still be cured?"
