"Bastard... What a... deadweight bastard..."
She panted, fine beads of cold sweat forming on her forehead. Half of it was from the pain, and half from the exhaustion.
But she didn't stop.
Half-dragging, half-carrying him, she slowly moved Lu Yuan to the entrance of the cave dwelling and propped him against the stone wall.
By the time she was done, she was nearly spent. Sweat drenched her from head to toe, soaking through her clothes.
She glanced back at her younger brother, still sleeping peacefully on the jade bed, and a trace of tenderness passed through Su Wan'er's eyes.
She turned and went deeper into the cave dwelling. Instead of immediately picking up Su Qingyan, she first stored the jade bed, which nourished the Divine Soul, in her storage ring.
It was vital to her younger brother's recovery.
Only then did she carefully gather Su Qingyan into her arms.
Her younger brother's body was light, a stark contrast to Lu Yuan's crushing weight.
Carrying her younger brother, Su Wan'er returned to the cave entrance. She looked at the sky outside, shrouded by the Divine Sense Imprint, and her eyes held not the slightest hesitation.
With one hand free, she formed an extremely ancient and complex hand seal.
"Escape!"
With a sharp cry, she, the brother in her arms, and Lu Yuan, who had been leaning against the wall, instantly transformed into a faint streak of light. It skimmed along the ground, fleeing for its life in the opposite direction from the black miasma.
The streak of light was as fast as lightning, but it wasn't like the Startling Swan that tore through the sky. It was more like a wisp of ghostly candle flame clinging to the ground, liable to go out at any moment.
Su Wan'er pushed her escape