Old man Yun had always been stingy but right now, as long as he could save Hong Luan's life, he wouldn't even frown in the slightest even if he had to take out his stash of many years.
"There's no need," Hong Luan shook her head weakly, "No amount of spirit medicine can cure me, so why waste them?"
Hong Ling tightly clutched Hong Luan's hand as tear stains could be seen on his face.
Yun Qingya and Ning Xin stood on one side with a grieving expression. In the end, they were of no help. Instead, they had implicated Hong Luan.
"Hahaha!" All of a sudden, crazy laughter sounded from within the flame. Shortly after, the burning flame had dissipated under the wind.
Hong Luan's eyes narrowed, He's not dead?
