Wei Dongming felt intensely uneasy for a moment, but this was his bottom line.
No matter how great the other party's abilities were, if he couldn't help him save Hua Qingying, then using such deceitful means to make him help find Kongyan was already going too far. To expect him to go all out and help the other party escape, too, was wishful thinking.
Even if he died here, Wei Dongming would never let the other party have his way.
"Agreed." Before Lu Xiaotian's voice had even faded, one of the fragments within the spatial mountain where he was trapped rippled in waves. A doorway opened, and Hua Qingying appeared, her face deathly pale.
"Qingying!" Wei Dongming flew over in delight and caught her frail body in his arms.
"Dongming." Hua Qingying was still gravely wounded. She tried to reach out and touch Wei Dongming's face, but even such a tiny movement was incredibly difficult. Perhaps those few simple words had aggravated her injuries; a trace of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.
"Dragon Lord, Qingying—?" Wei Dongming looked toward Lu Xiaotian in alarm.
"Her internal injuries are very troublesome. Before you left, you knew that already. I've spent a great deal of effort keeping her alive all this time. If you're willing to serve me, then once I've escaped, I can refine a batch of pills for you. It's not impossible to save her," Lu Xiaotian said.
If he hadn't spent so much effort keeping Hua Qingying alive, sending a message to Kongyan this time would not have been so difficult.
Given his current predicament, if he'd had another powerful demon lord at his disposal—even one stronger than Wei Dongming—Lu Xiaotian would truly have been reluctant to do this.
In his current state, every bit of vitality