"Yes."
The guards of the herb storehouse hurried away. In the shadows, Chu Qinghuang whispered to Feng Qingmu, "Logically speaking, the Demon Lord wasn't hit that heavily by us, nor was he hurt in any vital spots. Why would he need life-saving treatment so urgently?"
Feng Qingmu shook his head, pointed toward the roof of the Demon Lord's bedchamber, and said, "Let's go up there and take a look."
Chapter 561