Li Fan saw that the situation was not right, so he hurriedly followed.

I saw Senior Sister Zhao checking the status of the monks in front of me with a solemn expression from a distance away.

"Ahem..." This Daoist disciple's cultivation was stagnant at the Nascent Soul stage, but at this moment, he was no different from a mortal who was about to die of illness, his eyes were empty, his consciousness was fuzzy, and his breath was like a wandering thread.

From time to time, there was a violent cough, as if the lungs were about to be coughed out.

There is a trace of gray on the face

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