His long green robe already so tattered it was nearly unwearable.
Ye Shiyuan understood that his path in Lingguang Sect had reached its end and there was no way for him to remain any longer.
"Ye Shiyuan, where are you going..."
Only when Bai He realized what Ye Shiyuan was thinking, he react and quickly chasing after him.
However, as Ye Shiyuan had reached the doorway, his tall figure suddenly swaying unsteadily before collapsing straight down.
Bai He who saw this scene immediately supported him with both hands, but...
"Ugh... Why he's so heavy…"
...
When Bai He come back to his room, he saw Ye Shiyuan lying on the bed ignored the crisscrossing wounds covering his body.
Alhough his figure was somewhat lean, the faintly visible eight pack abs were unmistakable.
Such a sight was far too much stimulation for anyone to bear.
With force, Bai He turned him over.
The wounds on his back were clearly even more shocking to behold.
He held a bottle of medicine in his hand with his fingers trembling slightly.
The only two attendants on Baize Peak were not around, so he had to personally apply the medicine himself.
The wounds left by the God Striking Whip if not treated quickly would only grow more and more painful.
Perhaps Ye Shiyuan would grow to hate Lingguang Sect more and more because of it… and wouldn't that end up implicating himself as well?
At this thought, Bai He shuddered.
He took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the medicine bottle, and then seriously began to clean the bloodstains and tend to the wounds.
Ye Shiyuan's long eyelashes trembled slightly and a wave of intense pain surged from his back accompanied by a faint tingling itch as though insects were crawling across his skin.
"Damn it… so many lashes. Just how deep is Pan Yi's hatred toward him, anyway…"
Bai He muttered softly in dissatisfaction.
These injuries were far too troublesome to deal with. When had he ever treated someone else's wounds before?
"L-Little Elder Bai!"
Ye Shiyuan recalled the scene before he lost consciousness.
The voice coming from behind him sounded so much like Bai He's that he guessed it must be him.
"Oh, you're awake!"
When Bai He saw that Ye Shiyuan want to sit up, he instinctively pressed down on his back.
Ye Shiyuan who had only managed to rise halfway fell back onto the bed again.
Bai He immediately withdrew his hand and said, "R-Right, sorry. The wounds haven't been fully treated yet. Don't get up for now."
Ye Shiyuan's face was deathly pale and while enduring the severe pain, he waited a long while before finally speaking.
"Little Elder Bai, Lingguang Sect does not welcome me. I should leave early and seek another path. If I continue to stay, I'm afraid it won't be long before I die without even a complete corpse."
Ye Shiyuan's life in Lingguang Sect had never been easy.
At the beginning, his cultivation had progressed extremely smoothly and far ahead of many disciples. But in recent years, he had completely stagnated.