"Not exactly."
Lin Qi glanced at the wound on her hand, which was steadily worsening. The battle at the Sorrow Spring was imminent; she had to remain in peak condition at all times and avoid going into battle injured if possible.
After hesitating for a moment, she still agreed.
"Alright, let's go ask Senior Fu for treatment first."
Lin Qi and Cheng Shiyuan circled back and found Fu Shennong and his disciple again.
The master and disciple were still where they had been, bandaging more than ten injured people.
Lin Qi swept her gaze over them and discovered that not one of the dozen or so people was missing. Instead, there was even one new face.
Seeing the three who had vanished return, Fu Shennong did not even lift his eyelids. He merely asked blandly, "Are you seeking treatment?"
Lin Qi bowed. "Senior Fu is not only highly skilled in medicine, but also sharp-eyed and clear-minded. This junior admires you."
When it came to sweet-talking people, Lin Qi thought she was rather good at it.
Chunjun had probably never seen her looking so fawning before. He gave a soft snort, plainly disdainful.
His conflict with Lin Qi was out in the open, and he could not be bothered to disguise it now.
Fu Shennong had just finished treating the last cultivator's wound. He raised a hand and patted the stone beside him. "Sit down first. Let me look at your wound."
Just as Lin Qi was about to approach, a figure emerged from the forest.
"Senior Sister Lin, you're injured?!" Wenge walked out with surprise and concern on his face.
Lin Qi froze for a moment, then nodded. "I made a trip into the Sorrow Spring last night. I didn't expect to nearly lose control. But Junior Brother Wenge... your