"At first, I used my own inner energy but in vain. When I was about to give up, another trace of energy activated and forced out the cold air in Qian Renhou's body."
"What kind of energy is it? It's in your body. You should be clear." Driving out the millennium cold air easily, the trace of energy must be much stronger than Sun Yanglong and Qin Zongheng's inner energy.
Sun Yanglong swayed his head, "I'm not sure! The energy was transfused from Qin Dong when we were in the Xuan Icy Cave. Albeit tiny, it stores enormous power and equals my dozens-of-years inner cultivation."
"Such power really exists?" Stunned, Qin Zongheng did not dare to believe.
When Qian Renhou opened his eyes, he looked more vigorous than Zhao Qingchuan and Li Sandao, one fifth of the cold air in his body evaporating.
Qin Dong told me, "The trace of energy is strong and pure. Compared with our inner energy, it is more purified. Like the sun, it dispelled the cold air in my body while flowing. So comfortable."
"Yanglong, use the trace of magical energy to force out all of the cold air in their bodies."
Sun Yanglong smiled wryly, "Not that easy as you imagine. Only one trace of energy existing in my body can never eliminate all of their cold air. The energy nearly died out after dispersing the one fifth cold air in Qian Renhou's body, and I had to stop half way. After a period of time, the energy will revitalize. It will take some time to remove all of their cold air."
Nodding, Qin Zongheng sighed, "Beyond my expectation, you have a mysterious encounter. The trace of energy will benefit your body a lot if applied well."
Sun Yanglong agreed with Qin Zongheng's opinion, and laughed.
"Big brother, the trace of energy was transfused by Qin Dong. If he dispels the cold air for them, the effect will boost." Sun Yanglong said excitedly.
Reminded by the words, Qin Zongheng kept nodding, delight enveloping his eyebrows, "Exactly, I'll find a chance to talk with him!"
"Master!" Zhao Jin stormed in from outside.
Qin Zongheng frowned and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"
"Master! The second young master…is nastily wounded!" Zhao Jin gasped.
"Second young master? Which one?" Qin Zongheng asked subconsciously.
ZhaoJin was puzzled by Qin Zongheng's question, unaware of anything about Qin Dong and the real second young master of Clan Qin.
Sun Yanglong nudged Qin Zongheng silently, who collected himself and answered, "Yanglong, you stay here and take care of them. I go to check him!" Qin Zongheng rushed out.
"Master, come to save the second young master! He's dying!" The instant Qin Zongheng dashed out, Shi Wenqing guided by Qin Feiyan, held Qin Dong in his arms and scuttled to Qin Zongheng. To his surprise, Qin Feiyan's eyes were red and swollen, and tear stains scattered over her face.
Usually Qin Feiyan could not reveal her happiness or be so sorrowful when seeing the second young master wounded. Now Qin Zongheng had no time to figure out the reason, but flicked a look at Qin Dong in Shi Wenqing's arms.
Qin Dong and the second young master looked the same. It was hard to distinguish them from their appearances. Qin Zongheng tore Qin Dong's clothes, saw the golden dragon birthmark and confirmed the one to be Qin Dong.
"What's the matter?" Qin Zongheng could not help exclaiming, nor could he believe that Qin Dong, a super martial artist was hurt seriously. He might pass away at any time.
"Mr. Qin! I beg you please save him at any cost!" Anxious and sweaty, Shi Wenqing implored Qin Zongheng.
Eyebrows wrinkling, Qin Zongheng took Qin Dong from Shi Wenqing's hands, turned around and scuttled to his secret room without any delay, where he practiced martial arts.
No one was allowed to enter the room without Qin Zongheng's approval. It was a rule never changed.
Qin Zongheng closed the door and could not wait to check Qin Dong's injury. However, Qin Dong leapt up at once and color returned to his pallid face. Taking a breath, he revitalized from dying. Qin Zongheng was surprised at the great change.