(Congratulations to book friend Tian Heihei on becoming a helm master—one extra chapter added.)--
"Haha, good. Once I form my Nascent Soul, Daoist Lu, you'll be among the people I trust most." Chi Yunsang laughed heartily, looking utterly pleased.
With Chi Yunsang's help, Lu Xiaotian freed himself from the rock he had been buried beneath.
Chi Yunsang took Lu Xiaotian straight into the air. After all, he had just fought a fierce battle against Xiong Ba and Jueyuan, and he had no idea when news of it would reach the Nascent Soul Patriarchs' ears. This place was no longer safe, so it was best to leave as soon as possible. No matter how formidable Chi Yunsang was, if a Nascent Soul Patriarch arrived, killing him would be as easy as raising a hand.
Lu Xiaotian let Chi Yunsang carry him through the air while he meditated on his own, absorbing the medicinal power of the Xianmu Hua Pill. When dealing with someone as calculating as Chi Yunsang, he had to put on a complete act. If he deliberately delayed his recovery, Chi Yunsang's shrewdness would surely notice. If that aroused his suspicions, it would only cost him more than he gained. Even with the Xianmu Hua Pill's excellent effects, with more than a dozen broken bones and the internal injuries he had suffered, he would need at least two or three months to recover. In other words, he still had some time to devise a way to escape.
What secretly delighted Lu Xiaotian was that Chi Yunsang was heading straight toward the location where the Iron Corpse Sheath had said they could hide. Once the time was right, he had a fair chance of breaking free. Thinking back on the Iron Corpse Sheath's actions, however, he found them extremely strange.