The black Taichu armored sedan tore through the city traffic, its emergency sirens wailing.
Tie Niu gripped the leather steering wheel, weaving past city buses at ninety miles per hour. Beside him, Su Wan checked real-time telemetry from the penthouse medical sensors on her tablet.
“Her core body temperature has passed forty-one degrees Celsius,” Su Wan said, her voice shaking with panic. “Normal ice packs aren’t lowering the fever. The medical sensors keep shorting out from electrical interference.”
Lin Mo sat in the passenger seat, his eyes fixed on the distant glass spire of the Cloud-Crown Sanctuary Tower.
In Lin Mo’s dantian, his golden qi spun with urgent intensity.
Through the spiritual link of his Golden Benevolence Domain, he could feel a blazing hearth of spiritual heat burning eighty-eight floors above the city. It felt like a small sun trapped in a cage of glass.
The car screeched to a halt at the VIP entrance.
Lin Mo did not wait for the elevator.
