"Looks like us brothers got lucky. That beast isn't here."
The two Black-Clad Men approached with mocking grins. Catching the lingering scent of blood amid the chill, they had already discovered Chu Youwei and Lin Xiaowan's hiding place.
From afar, they saw that both women were seated cross-legged, their hands pressed against Lu Feng's body, looking unable to withdraw. Their mocking laughter grew even more unbridled.
Chu Youwei and Lin Xiaowan, meanwhile, were both steeped in utter despair.
This was the moment they least wished to be disturbed.
Faced with Lu Feng's grave injuries and left with no other choice, they could only bring forth the trace of Saintly Essence aura they had obtained from their inheritances to help stabilize the Yin Yang Two Qi within his body and assist him in breaking through smoothly.
For them, this was akin to squeezing dry the very foundation of their cultivation. Not only was it exceedingly dangerous, but their future strength would also suffer greatly as a result. Even if it did not regress, further advancement would likely become very difficult.
Both women understood this clearly, yet neither showed the slightest hesitation or regret.
What they had not expected was for the Black-Clad Men to arrive so quickly. If they had only been given another half an hour, they were confident they could temporarily straighten out Lu Feng's aura. After that, as before, one of them alone could remain behind to help guide it.
"Don't come any closer!" Chu Youwei shouted sharply. As she secretly hastened the infusion of Saintly Essence aura within her, she threatened the Black-Clad Men, "Let them go, and I'll agree to leave with you!"
"Sister Weiwei!" Lin Xiaowan immediately grew anxious, and her aura nearly fell into disarray.
Then, thinking that this might be Chu Youwei's feigned