Soon, the three of them arrived at a room.
Chu Zhaoran was lying on the bed with a pale face, his breath as faint as a gossamer thread, and his condition looked extremely dire.
An old man with gray hair and beard, wearing the attire of a Rank 8 Alchemist on his chest, was pressing his palm against Chu Zhaoran's back to channel healing energy into him.
Chapter 65