Lu Feng had not even walked a hundred paces out of the courtyard before he sensed Xiong Erlian's aura.
Weak, feeble, faintly present and faintly absent, intermittent...
She clearly looked gravely injured.
Lu Feng wore an awkward expression. This really isn't my fault!
For a moment, he could not help pitying this foolish, simple-minded woman. Blinded by hatred, she had reduced herself to such a state.
A hundred paces away lay a dumping ground for discarded stone. Most of the waste had been left over from the courtyards built not long ago to recruit new disciples.
At that moment, Xiong Erlian was hiding amid the rubble. She had squeezed beneath a large stone slab that had collapsed against the ground into a triangular space, curling herself into a ball at its deepest end.
Lu Feng hurried over and bent down to peer inside. Xiong Erlian's consciousness was hazy, her face pale. Her teeth were clenched tight, blood smeared across her chin, and her entire body trembled as though she were freezing.
Lu Feng knew that she was not shaking from cold, but from the agony brought on by the backlash of a secret technique.
Her tightly clenched teeth and forehead covered in cold sweat made it clear that she was enduring unbearable pain.
"Who's there?!"
Xiong Erlian suddenly jolted awake. Seeing a figure crouched at the opening of the narrow triangular space, she panicked and shrank farther inside.
"It's me," Lu Feng hurriedly identified himself.
Recognizing Feng Sanlu, Xiong Erlian forced herself to remain conscious and warned, "Don't worry about me. Leave this place now!"
"Whatever you do, don't say you know me!"
"And... take care of Xiao Fei."
Lu Feng's expression turned solemn. He had never expected the woman before him, who had been willing to risk her life