"It's fine. Don't worry, Senior Sister. None of it is my blood." Wei He shook his head.
Seeing the undisguised concern in Yao Wan's eyes, he found it somewhat unexpected and bewildering.
Still, being concerned for by someone warmed his heart slightly.
"But what about you, Senior Sister? How are you holding up? Can you still walk?" he asked with a frown.
"I'm fine. I just can't fight again for a while. Otherwise..." Yao Wan shook her head and gave a bitter smile.
She had already lost track of how many years it had been since she had fought this desperately.
Yet as she looked at Wei He before her, the conviction in her heart grew firm once more.
All of this was worth it.
It had been a very long time since the Xuanmiao Sect had produced another peak genius. If Wei He could... then it would be a blessing for the entire sect.
"What do we do now? Head straight back?" Wei He asked.
"Take a detour. Get the news back to the sect as quickly as possible. As long as we reach any somewhat larger town, we can send an urgent dispatch through a sect outpost.
"But that's only the usual method. At our speed, it wouldn't take long to rush back to the sect at full pace. Rather than searching everywhere for an outpost, we might as well return directly!"
"Alright!" Wei He nodded.
He had not expected to run into such a mess right after coming down the mountain.
But since things had already come to this, there was nothing more to say.
The two immediately fixed their direction and hurried onward at full speed.
In less than half an hour, they successfully returned to Zhentao City, crossed the sea by ship, and returned to