"Nothing can be done."
Xue Butong gave a bitter smile, shaking his head with a sigh.
Hearing those four words, Hong Yu's body and soul trembled. He stumbled back three steps, his face instantly turning deathly pale, drained of all color.
His once bright and piercing eyes were now shrouded in gloom. He stared at Xue Butong in disbelief. "Master Xue, not even you have a way?"
A final shred of hope remained in Hong Yu's heart.
He hoped he had just misheard, or that Master Xue had misspoken. He hoped Master Xue would laugh and tell him it was all just a joke, that his sister's illness was already cured!
But alas...
The words that came from Xue Butong's mouth were not what he had hoped for, but a sigh filled with helplessness and apology. "I'm very sorry. I've done everything I can, but I truly have no way to cure your sister's illness."
"How... how can this be?"
Hong Yu clutched his chest, feeling his entire world turn gray in an instant.
