A faint light flashed.
Two young men appeared from thin air and landed on the ground.
"We're finally safe—it's daytime now. We'll rest here until nightfall before heading back."
One of the young men spoke in a commanding tone.
He stripped off all his armor, changed into a red robe, then took out a set of bedding and spread it on the ground.
The other young man answered, holding a longbow as he warily surveyed their surroundings.
The Red-Robed Youth sat down comfortably and beckoned.
"Xiao Li Zi, we're back, so there's no need to be so vigilant. Come, brew me a pot of tea."
The young man called Xiao Li Zi wore a battered suit of armor and held a longbow. He stood there without moving.
—Gu Qingshan had put on all the equipment from the corpse, and he really did know how to brew tea. He was even quite good at it.
But he didn't know what kind of tea the other man wanted.
A breath passed.
He opened his mouth and said, "I'll get right on it. But earlier, I saw you take a heavy blow to the head from a monster, and then you lost consciousness. Does your head still hurt?"
That was the truth. The Red-Robed Youth had indeed had his helmet smashed by the monster, and the violent impact had knocked him unconscious.
The young man froze.
He looked at Xiao Li Zi's concerned expression, then couldn't help reaching up to touch his head.
"Now that you mention it, my head does still ache a little," the young man murmured.
"Would you like to take some medicine?" Gu Qingshan asked.
"No need." The young man waved his hand grandly. "A minor injury like this won't do me any harm."
Smack!
A long sword as