Tuoba Zhi , who had become extremely emaciated, lying on the edge of the bed, vomiting mouthfuls of sticky, fishy black blood.

"Brother Tuoba!"

Lingjun screamed, rushed to the bed in two or three steps, supported Tuoba Zhi's body and asked anxiously:

"Brother Tuoba, how could you be so seriously ill? Didn't you say you would get better?"

The painful bones of his hands reminded Lingjun of a fact that he had to admit: Brother Tuoba was even sicker than he was six ...