Liu Chenzhou and Hu Buzui were both taken aback.
She really was treating her injuries?
Neither of them was foolish. They could clearly sense that Xi Youmeng's aura was incomparably stronger than when they had last met.
Liu Chenzhou especially had once regarded Xi Youmeng's strength as no more than that of a little wildcat. Yet now, he abruptly felt a trace of pressure from her, as though that wildcat had transformed into a ferocious tiger, showing signs of slipping beyond his control.
Startled, the two men both shot Lu Feng a vicious glare, forcefully suppressing the fury in their hearts.
Fearing another conflict, Song Wenbai hurriedly signaled the two women nearby. They immediately picked up the curtain and held it up by hand, blocking the view into the cabin.
Seeing this, Liu Chenzhou suppressed his anger and called inside, "Youmeng, focus on regulating your breath and recovering. Hu and I will stand guard outside for you."
Inside the cabin.
Xi Youmeng paid no heed whatsoever to Liu Chenzhou's voice outside. Her icy gaze remained fixed on Lu Feng as both hands began checking herself over.
Her cinnabar mole was still there. Her clothes were intact. The pouch tucked close against her body showed no signs of having been moved. Even the straps securing her mask were still tied in the familiar way she herself used.
Only after confirming that everything was safe did she finally relax.
Then she noticed the state of her own strength.
In her heart, her body was far more important than her cultivation.
Feeling that over seventy percent of the cold poison within her had been purged in such a short time, no longer posing any threat, she was overwhelmed with delight.
But when she recalled the faint, embarrassed moan she had heard before regaining