Chen Fei'er sighed and explained, "Master, not summoning them doesn't mean I won't kill them. I'm merely waiting for the right opportunity, and now it has finally come."
"What do you plan to do?" the Old Man continued asking.
A cold glint flashed through Chen Fei'er's eyes as she said icily, "I plan to kill Lin Taichu."
"Mm, I support you." The Old Man nodded.
"Thank you, Master." Chen Fei'er was overjoyed.
"Then go now. I'll help you from the shadows," the Old Man said with a faint smile.
"Thank you, Master." Chen Fei'er was ecstatic.
Lin Taichu fled desperately from the valley with the severely injured Li Xiuwen. He knew he had to find a safe place as quickly as possible to treat Li Xiuwen's wounds. However, his own injuries were not light either; every step felt as painful as walking on knife blades.
They fled to a secluded cave. Lin Taichu carefully laid Li Xiuwen flat on the ground and was himself nearly exhausted. After checking Li Xiuwen's condition, he found it extremely grim. Li Xiuwen's breathing was weak, and his heartbeat was almost imperceptible. Without prompt treatment, his life might be in danger.
Lin Taichu drew a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He knew this was no time to panic; he had to find a way to save Li Xiuwen. He rummaged through his bag for some basic medical supplies and herbs, then began tending to Li Xiuwen's wounds.
Second by second, Lin Taichu focused entirely on treating Li Xiuwen. He used every bit of medical knowledge he possessed, and by the time the sky began to darken, Li Xiuwen's breathing had gradually stabilized.
"Brother Lin, I... where am I?" Li Xiuwen slowly opened his eyes, his voice weak.
Lin Taichu let out a