Bottle Spirit Sect, Huo Qiu

"Master~"

"Please let go already~"

"Don't keep bearing that poison anymore."

Ning Xiang painfully struggled free from Lu Feng's diagnosis. She knew full well what kind of pain she was enduring. It was pain that could not be cured at its root; it was enough for her to bear it alone.

"What exactly happened?"

Lu Feng circulated his spiritual energy and dispersed the poison that had invaded his forearm. His concerned gaze remained fixed on Ning Xiang. "Was this poison from that ancient tomb? Where are the others?"

Bitterness immediately filled Ning Xiang's face, and tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes as she choked out, "Master... something happened to us."

"Those bastards from the Bottle Spirit Sect forced us into a trap. They wanted to keep the treasures found in the tomb all for themselves."

Lu Feng's expression darkened. "What exactly happened? Tell me everything in detail!"

Murderous intent had already risen in his icy voice.

Recalling everything from the day he had gone to the Bottle Spirit Sect for aid, Lu Feng's eyes could not help but fill with frost.

Ning Xiang said anxiously, "Master~ Xin Jie and the others are still trapped in the tomb's mechanisms. Let's save them first. I'm afraid they won't last much longer. I'll tell you about what happened on the way."

Lu Feng firmly interrupted, "Your injuries are too severe. I'll take you back to QuFu Mountain first, then go save—"

Ning Xiang hurriedly shook her head. "Xin Jie and the others are in grave danger. There's no time to wait. Besides, the tomb's terrain is complicated. I've traveled through part of it, so I can lead the way and shorten the time spent searching."

Lu Feng looked hesitant. Naturally, he could not rest easy letting Ning Xiang remain in such a state.