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Li Poxiao's disheveled hair hung over his body's new and old wounds, making him look utterly miserable. His eyes were webbed with blood vessels, faintly glowing red—this was the torment of both the mind and **.
"Xia Yitian, I failed to keep my promise. Xiao Mengtong was swept into the immortal-qi turbulence leading to Lanzhou, and I don't know where she ended up..." Li Poxiao said guiltily. There was barely any spirit left in his eyes. It seemed he had exhausted every last ounce of his strength for Xiao Mengtong.
"You..." I wanted to blame him a little, but in the end, I swallowed the words I had been about to say. I didn't know what to say. Xiao Qianjian's request was still vivid in my mind, yet Xiao Mengtong had already been swept into the turbulence leading to Lanzhou. A bitter trace crept across my face.
But how much better off was Li Poxiao now? I knew he had certainly done everything he could to protect Xiao Mengtong. Otherwise, he wouldn't be in this state. Failing to keep his promise had left him equally consumed by guilt.
Xiao Mengtong's disappearance darkened my expression. I looked toward Lanzhou, then finally at Li Poxiao. "Humanity has allied with the Demon Race to deal with me and my companions who came up from the lower realm. Do you intend to join them, or will you lend me a hand?"
Li Poxiao's gaze turned solemn. Then he looked toward True Person Haoyang and opened his mouth as if to say something, but True Person Haoyang spoke first. "Nephew Li, you bear an order to persuade the Child of Fortune to return to Yuezhou. Forget that you failed to complete the mission. You even neglected this important order for the daughter of Xiao