Giant Sword, Frozen Sword Stele Forest

Lu Feng had nearly forgotten that he was currently posing as Lin Liyun in a moment of anger. Only after Chu Youwei tugged at him and gently urged him did he come back to his senses. Seeing her face smeared with blood and her clothes in tatters, Lu Feng immediately removed his outer garment and draped it lightly around her, wrapping her within it.

Though his outer garment had also become somewhat tattered after all the battles along the way, and was stained with quite a bit of blood, it was at least roomy enough to barely conceal the suggestive glimpses revealed through Chu Youwei's torn clothes.

Feeling the intimate gesture of Lu Feng draping the garment over her, almost like an embrace, Chu Youwei instinctively showed a trace of resistance. But considering her injuries, as well as the many holes in what she was wearing that would inevitably expose her underclothes while walking, she hesitated before accepting it.

Feeling the lingering warmth in the outer garment, Chu Youwei could not help feeling a little shy over the distinction between men and women. Yet she was soon drawn in by the faint, serene fragrance lingering upon the garment. For some reason, it felt remarkably familiar and intimate to her. However, the garment had a tear around the shoulder and collar near her nose, and the lingering smell of blood pervaded the air, making it difficult for her to distinguish the scent clearly or recall where she had smelled it before.

As she lost herself in thought, a soft snort tinged with resentment suddenly came from behind them.

Lu Feng and Chu Youwei turned around at the same time.

The newcomer was a mature woman in her twenties, clad in purple. Her features were proper, her figure lush and full, her