Jiang Jingyi had yet to realize what she had done to them. The way each of them looked at her was exceedingly hostile.
"Fellow Daoist Meng, the moment you came out, you called my name in a fury. Were you afraid something had happened to me?"
"Murong Yi!!" Meng Yutong stepped forward twice, still carrying a sword in her hand. Luckily, Dugu Zixuan stopped her before she could strike.
"Yu Tong, what's wrong with you?!"
"Zixuan, look at Heng'er! Look at the state he's in—tell me, what do you think is wrong with me?!"
Jiang Jingyi glanced at Lin Heng, her brows slightly furrowed. "He's only temporarily unconscious. I'll find a way to wake him."
"You want to wake him? Murong Yi, you really have no shame! You tormented my disciple into this ghostly state and drained his essence, energy, and soul dry, yet now you're talking about waking him?"
At that moment, Lin Heng's expression was: (?′0`?)
He looked as if he had worked himself to the bone for seven days and seven nights.
After Meng Yutong and her disciples came out and asked what had happened, they immediately flew into a rage upon learning that Lin Heng and Jiang Jingyi had been alone together the entire time.
Jiang Jingyi did not understand why their reactions were so intense. He merely looked a little weak.
It wasn't as if he was going to die!
Was there really any need to get this worked up?
"Hmph! Dream Salted Fish, stop pointing fingers at me. When I was fighting enemies alongside your disciple, where were you?"
"Everyone gave it their all. Those who were injured were injured, those who perished perished, yet there isn't even a trace of blood on you."
Meng Yutong was momentarily left speechless, then retorted, "I was