"Uncle Martial Master, please, you must protect the Lady's heart pulse!" Inside Azhu’s room, Xue Muhua said solemnly to Murong Fu.
At this moment, Azhu’s face was as pale as paper, her breathing as faint as a thread; she did not have long left.
Murong Fu pressed his palms against Azhu’s back, beginning to channel his True Qi into her body. Xue Muhua carefully produced the prepared sample of Murong Fu's blood and fed it to Azhu.
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