When Qin Jingsu arrived, the Medical Cultivators all stood up, sighed, and shook their heads at him.
Qin Jingsu clenched his fists, the corners of his mouth trembling uncontrollably. It felt as though a great stone was pressing on his chest, suffocating him.
"I understand..." Though Qin Jingsu's voice trembled, it carried an unusual calm. "Go and treat the other wounded soldiers."
"Yes, Crown Prince."
The Medical Cultivators bowed, cast one last glance at the Second Prince, and departed with heavy hearts.
The only person left standing beside Qin Jingyuan was his older brother.
Qin Jingsu began to walk, step by step, toward his younger brother. He sat down beside him, and they leaned against the same tree, just as they had in their childhood.
"How goes the battle?"
Qin Jingyuan turned his head to look at his older brother. His face was completely drained of color, his Life Fire growing ever weaker, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.
