C148 The Appearance of the Dao Spirit

The scorching air relentlessly invaded Ye Bufan's nostrils, fueling his growing irritation. His gaze fell upon the unconscious Third Palace Lord, and a persistent inner voice urged him on.

"Go... go help the Third Palace Lord. Administer the Healing Pill and save his life!"

Sweat beads the size of pearls emerged from Ye Bufan's brow, trickling down to his chin before dropping to the ground