Lu Xiaotian swept out a hand, sending Luo Qian, Xiang Hua, and Yu Xiaoqiao over on a gentle breeze. The Misty Flying Sword suddenly enlarged, forming a massive shield of light that enveloped them all.
"Junior Brother Luo, I'll take you to get treated first." Seeing Luo Qian's miserable state, Lu Xiaotian felt a pang of sorrow, but also some relief. At least Luo Qian was still alive. Though he looked wretched, as long as he was breathing, Lu Xiaotian could find a way to help him recover.
"Senior Brother Lu, take me to Qiaolan. Her injuries are even worse than mine." Luo Qian shook his head, his face full of worry.
"Qiaolan was with you too?" Lu Xiaotian was quite surprised. Given the situation back then, escaping with their lives would have been good enough. He hadn't expected Luo Qian and Qiaolan to still be together.
"We've been together the whole time. Even Brother Niu..." Luo Qian sighed. "Sigh, I'll tell you once we've seen Qiaolan."
Hearing this, Lu Xiaotian realized things were probably even worse than he'd imagined. It seemed they'd endured no small amount of hardship since leaving the secret realm.
The enlarged sword carried them swiftly in the direction Luo Qian had indicated. They flew over lush green mountain ridges and clear rivers. The scenery around Xiangdu was lovely, the sky as clear as a freshly washed gem.
But no one was in the mood to admire the pleasant scenery. Each had their own thoughts. Tears brimmed in Yu Xiaoqiao's eyes as she dutifully stayed beside Luo Qian, wiping the blood from his body. Xiang Hua was helping too.
"Uncle Beard, you have to save my martial uncle! That bastard hurt him when he was saving me." Yu Xiaoqiao cleaned Luo Qian's wounds, tears streaming down