As soon as he left the back room, Yan Daoxin resumed his cool and arrogant demeanor, taking the lead as he walked ahead.
The personal soldiers guarding the door saw them coming out and hurriedly peeked inside the room out of curiosity. They saw Jia Jun lying motionless on the wooden bed, without any rise and fall of his chest.
No matter how you look at it, this doesn't look like a living person.
He shrank his neck, dared not make a sound, and silently closed the door tightly again.
The three returned to the courtyard, where everyone looked over simultaneously, faces filled with curiosity, anticipation, tension, and apprehension.
"Divine Doctor, about Jia Jun...?" Zhu Cheng glanced behind the three people and confirmed no one was following them. He thought he'd overthought it; even if Jia Jun could be revived, he wouldn't just stroll back with them in such a short time.
