Inside a room, Zhao Ming Ye lay on the bed unconscious.
Menial disciples were making sure everything was perfect.
Ensuring that the temperature wasn't too warm or cold.
And also making sure that the formation laid out in the room had enough demonic beast cores to sustain it.
The formation helped Zhao Ming Ye's Qi to circulate and thus ensuring his lifeforce was being sustained.
Elder Hu, elder Chi and Guo He Ru came up next to the bed and inspected Zhao Ming Ye's condition carefully.
Fan Tian stood behind elder Hu and elder Chi, tugged their sleeves when no one was watching.
Both noticed it and knew Fan Tian had something to tell them.
They pretended nothing had happened and focused on Zhao Ming Ye's condition.
The wound was something they hadn't seen before.
It would be tough for them to be able to heal Zhao Ming Ye.
Cracking their brains, they tried as hard as they could to come up with something, but they couldn't.
They glanced over at Guo He Ru.
