Dead silence. A suffocating dead silence blanketed the battlefield. The smell of gunpowder hung thick in the air, mixed with the stench of blood, grating on everyone's nerves. After his earth-shattering strike, the Mysterious Envoy stood motionless like a stone statue, his empty eye sockets seemingly gazing into the distance, making his intentions impossible to fathom.
Qin Zhizhi knelt beside Yin Sichen, her trembling fingers reaching for his breath. His weak respiration caused her tense nerves to relax slightly. The clothes across his chest were stained crimson with blood, a shocking sight. She gripped the jade pendant tightly, her knuckles turning white, while fear and helplessness surged within her. On his deathbed, the clan elder had solemnly entrusted this jade pendant to her, saying it was a treasure guarded by the Qin Family for generations, capable of turning the tide at a critical moment. Yet now, she did not even know how to use it; guilt and anxiety burned like a raging fire in her heart.
The Yin Family Strategist directed the crowd to carry the wounded to a safe place, his face grave. "The Young Master is gravely wounded and must be treated immediately!" He ordered his subordinates to fetch medicinal herbs and skillfully began treating Yin Sichen's wounds.
Chapter 134