"Feng Gege~"
Jiang Ruoyun walked over slowly and said earnestly, "Go do what you wish to do. Yun'er will be fine. With the two elders' help, she can continue regulating her breath and recovering in her current state."
Before Lu Feng could speak, Jiang Ruoyun added, "If Feng Gege does not wish to keep company with someone like Wu Yibo, then use your own strength to do something. Whether it is Ghost Gate, Azure Mountain Sword Sect, or Clear River Sect, they all need you—as do the factions where your friends, family, and disciples are."
After a pause, an imperceptible trace of bitterness flickered across Jiang Ruoyun's face as she murmured, "If you have the chance, go to Bottle Spirit Sect first. More than anywhere else, that place needs you to appear."
Lu Feng froze, somewhat surprised that Jiang Ruoyun would actually urge him to go to Bottle Spirit Sect. Since when had Love Tomb become close with Bottle Spirit Sect?
Yet for some reason, hearing the words Bottle Spirit Sect stirred an inexplicable feeling in his heart. Whether it was Wu Ying or Jiang Ruoyun before him, both seemed, intentionally or otherwise, to be urging him toward Bottle Spirit Sect.
Could it be that something in Bottle Spirit Sect was waiting for him?
Old Bai stepped closer. "Go. Leave this place to us. With us here, within ten days, we will return a healthy Yun girl to you."
In the end, Lu Feng agreed. Born into troubled times, it was undoubtedly unrealistic to hope only to preserve his own peace and safety. If a moment of selfishness brought news of his many friends, family, and disciples dying, or their sects being destroyed, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
Before parting.
Jiang Ruoyun took hold of