Wei Xinghe quickly recounted Wei Zihao’s situation, emphasizing the significant change in his temperament.
“Before the array had even disappeared, Zihao was still in the city, but now I cannot sense his presence at all.”
Wei Xinghe looked desperately anxious.
He had a premonition that if Wei Zihao had left secretly, it would be very difficult to find his eldest son afterward.
“With black runes on his body and a drastic change in his temperament…”
Lu Qing thought back to the Qingyun Sword Pavilion disciples he had previously suppressed on the ground.
The only difference was that those people had been severely injured by him and were still lying there unable to move.
“Family Master Wei, don’t panic, let me take a look.”
Lu Qing released his Heart and Spirit, sensing the situation within the city.
His Divine Soul Power was much stronger than Wei Xinghe’s.
The range he could sense was far beyond what Wei Xinghe could compare to.
Because, under Lu Qing’s full sensing effort, he soon discovered a hidden presence concealing itself somewhere.
Lu Qing showed a trace of a smile, “Family Master Wei, I think I’ve found the location.”
Then, under Wei Xinghe’s surprised and delighted gaze, he disappeared.
Quickly, everyone felt a strange energy suddenly burst forth in a street within the city.
But it was only for an instant before it was abruptly suppressed again.
Soon after, a few breaths later, Lu Qing reappeared before everyone,
still holding a person in his hand—Wei Xinghe saw that it was none other than Wei Zihao.
However, at this moment, Wei Zihao’s eyes were tightly closed, and he was unconscious, having fallen into a coma.
“Zihao!”
“Family Master Wei, rest assured, I’ve just temporarily sealed Zihao’s consciousness.
He’s been afflicted by a spell from that Demon Cultivator, and his mind is lost; it’s quite troublesome.
I’m afraid I will need to return and consult with my master to thoroughly investigate it before we see if there’s a way to break it,” Lu Qing explained.
“That would be excellent,” Wei Xinghe said, finally able to relax.
“Now that the Demon Cultivator has been slain and the matter here is resolved, Family Master Wei, the talisman on Zihao is extracting his Life Energy as the price for its power.
We must resolve it quickly; otherwise, if too much time passes, it will be greatly harmful to him.
Shouldn’t we return now?” Lu Qing suggested to Wei Xinghe.
“In that case, let’s return immediately!” Wei Xinghe replied, his heart leaping again.
He was reminded of the scene when he struggled against Zihao.
At the time, he was worried about Zihao wielding a power far exceeding his own Cultivation Realm; there had to be a price.
Hearing Lu Qing’s words, how could he not be anxious?
He wished he could fly back to Jiuli Village immediately so that Lu Qing and the elder doctor could save his son.
The State Mansion City Lord and others were still waiting on the side.
They had wanted to step forward to express their gratitude for being saved after Wei Xinghe and Lu Qing finished speaking.
However, before they found the chance to offer thanks, Lu Qing and Wei Xinghe already talked about leaving.
Immediately, the State Mansion City Lord hurriedly stepped forward, “Family Master Wei, and benefactor, are you leaving just like this? You’ve saved the entire State Mansion, and we haven’t had the chance to thank you yet!
Moreover, it’s getting late now; why don’t the two of you depart tomorrow instead?”
Wei Xinghe looked at Lu Qing.
But he saw Lu Qing’s indifferent expression and a slight shake of his head.
Wei Xinghe immediately got the message.
“City Lord, as you have seen, my unworthy son has been cursed by that Demon Cultivator, and we must return quickly to seek a way to save him. It is truly inconvenient to stay any longer.
We acknowledge everyone’s kind intentions.
That Demon Cultivator was cruel and evil, harming the people; it was right for us to intervene.
Now that the citizens of the city are still panicking, the urgent task at hand is for you, City Lord, to pacify the people.
You don’t need to trouble yourselves to host us any further.”
After Wei Xinghe finished his polite remarks, Lu Qing placed his hand on Wei Xinghe’s shoulder.
With a thought, a gentle breeze materialized, encircling them.
The next moment, a whirlwind suddenly arose, and the figures of the three of them lifted off the ground and flew towards the outskirts of the city.
Even as they passed by several heavily injured disciples of the Qingyun Sword Pavilion lying on the ground, a rope flew out of Lu Qing’s hand, wrapping around them and taking them along.
The people from the State Mansion City, including the City Lord, wanted to continue to persuade them to stay, but they ultimately didn’t dare to do so.