"You need to recover from those injuries immediately. Otherwise, forget about helping—once we reach Heavenly Dragon Lake, you'll only cause trouble for the Great General. Listen to me. We're leaving!"
Jiang Bei said solemnly.
Yuan Ce opened and closed his mouth, but in the end, he could only smile bitterly and nod. "All right. I'll listen to you."
Jiang Bei hoisted Yuan Ce onto his back, drew the Eight Karmas Divine Flame into his body, and stomped off the ground. His figure shot into the sky and sped straight toward Yellow One Camp, soon vanishing into the boundless horizon.
The next morning, at daybreak, the first light of dawn appeared.
Jiang Bei descended rapidly from the horizon with Yuan Ce on his back.
When the soldiers at the camp entrance saw Jiang Bei, they hurried over. But when they saw Yuan Ce on his back, their expressions abruptly changed. "Lord Yuan?! How did he get injured this badly?!"
"Go get the army physician!"
Jiang Bei said in a deep voice.
The soldier did not dare delay. He turned and ran, shouting at the same time, "Hurry! Get the army physician! Lord Yuan is seriously wounded!"
Jiang Bei carried Yuan Ce swiftly through the camp passage.
Along the way, every soldier who saw Yuan Ce in such a state also turned pale with shock.
After all, Yuan Ce was the foremost of Yellow One Camp's five deputy generals. He was always imposing and majestic—when had they ever seen him in such a sorry state?
A moment later, Qi Hong hurried over after hearing the news.
They had already returned from Golden Pine River.
When he saw Yuan Ce's miserable condition, Qi Hong's face instantly went deathly pale. He said in horror, "Lord Yuan?! How did he get injured this badly?! What