At dawn, the Xuanming Cold Iron was buzzing in the cabinet. Riley was exhausted from killing enemies during the day. He was half asleep and half awake wrapped in a quilt, and he thought he was just dreaming.
Ye Jin didn't sleep all night, staring at the mitan flower, not knowing whether he should use it or how to use it. He picked it up and put it down dozens of times, and his mind was more confused than ever. Owen sighed in his heart, walked forward and gently supported his shoulders: "Go back and rest for a while, okay?"
"It would be great if Senior Ghost Hand was here." Ye Jin's voice was a little hoarse, "He must have heard of Miltan." Why didn't I think of it before? As soon as I got this flower, I should have written a letter to Ranshuang Island to prepare for any emergency.
"Phoenix has brought the secret guards back to the island to look for Senior Ghost Hand. The round trip will take about ten days." Owen said, "What is the emperor's condition like?"
"The internal organs are not seriously injured. The knife went through the side of the body. Although the Xuanming Cold Iron is heavy, the blade is thin and narrow. If it was replaced with the Cloud Breaking Knife, perhaps there would be no way to cure it." Ye Jin closed his eyes and rested his forehead on his chest. "But the cold air almost froze the wound and the heart. I really don't know how to treat it."
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