The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1817

Solana's fair and clean face was now whiter because of excessive blood loss, and even made people feel almost transparent.

Although she was born with the Imperial Jail Deity Physique and extraordinary strength, her body was even thinner than that of an ordinary girl.

At this time, her whole body was in the jar, and the spiritual Qi around her gathered, leaving only her head exposed.

Her long hair hung down, and her ethereal spiritual Qi made people feel that if they tried to breathe harder, they might blow her away.

"How do you feel?" Caspian came over. The first sentence he said was still his concern for Solana.

"Teacher..." Solana muttered.

She tried hard to open her eyes, trying to see Caspian clearly through her long hair.

At this time, seeing her teacher's vague figure in front of her, the young girl felt more at ease than ever.

"Don't worry. You won't die. With your constitution, Master Eva Green and my skill, you can fully recover in half a month." Caspian comforted her.

But when he said this, Caspian was also furious.

The injury that could be healed in half a month was nothing to others.

But it should be known that the wound now fell on Solana.

Not to mention half a month, injuries, which would take Solana five days to heal, would have completely made others die if they were on the same level of cultivators.

This time, it could be said that Solana came back because she was lucky.

Caspian's heart ached just thinking about how much Solana had suffered along the way.

This was the only disciple he had acknowledged and taught.

"Teacher... I accidentally lost the weapon you made for me..." Solana's voice was very weak.

"Take care of yourself these few days. I will forge a more suitable magic weapon for you, which is stronger than the one before," Caspian said, "And who hurt you? Where are they now?"

Originally, Caspian did not intend to ask this question now.

But the first thing his female disciple did when she woke up was to feel guilty for losing the Sky Halberd he had refined for her.

Caspian was very angry.

“Who hurt Solana? No matter who you are, even if you are really a disciple of Crape Myrtle Sect, I will kill you.”

"If it weren't for you, would Solana be like this?"

"Teacher, I picked a stalk of Heart Cleansing Grass..."

"Yes, I found one of the leaves," Caspian said.

"That group of people said that they were from the Desolate Ancient Pavilion... if they want to buy it, I won't sell it. Then they will take it. If I reveal my identity... they will kill me..."

"The Desolate Ancient Pavilion?" Caspian thought for a moment and remembered.

Desolate Ancient Pavilion was a Chamber of Commerce in Lunia. Its main force was in the north.

To be able to establish a chamber of commerce in a world dominated by a cultivators and to possess a powerful faction, this chamber of commerce would definitely have cultivators overseeing it.

Even it was a cultivator organization that had not established a sect.

After knowing who did it, Caspian narrowed his eyes. "Where did you meet them?"

"Anshui City... More than 400 miles south of the mountain..." Before Solana could finish her words, she suddenly coughed. Suddenly, a stream of blood spurted out of her mouth.

"You recover first. I'll avenge you." Caspian nodded, raised his hand, and injected spiritual Qi into Solana's glabella.

This spiritual Qi neutralized part of the raging spiritual Qi in Solana's body, which temporarily made her not so painful.

And the conversation just now had completely consumed her remaining mind.

Suddenly, Solana fell asleep in the jar.

Caspian turned around and walked out of the room.