Inside the cave.
Zhao Zhen lay on the ground, staring blankly at the cave wall.
His injuries were far worse than Jiang Zhaoxia's. His internal organs had been badly damaged, and large areas of flesh within him had been torn apart. When Qiao Dingbei examined him earlier, he had been so shocked he couldn't understand how Zhao Zhen was still alive.
Zhao Zhen didn't wallow in self-pity. He was reviewing his battle with Old Ancestor Su Xing, searching for a way to kill him head-on.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps.
He immediately grew wary. Qiao Dingbei had only left a few hours ago, and Zhao Zhen worried someone else might have wandered in.
"Well, Zhao Zhen, how'd you end up in such a sorry state?"
At the teasing voice, Zhao Zhen relaxed before even seeing who it was. He knew that voice well.
The Sword God, Shen Yue!
The two had often discussed martial arts while at the sect, and they got along fairly well.
Moreover, Zhao Zhen knew how strong Shen Yue was. If Old Ancestor Su Xing had any allies left, or the Xuanji Sect attacked, Shen Yue could handle them.
He looked down the cave passage and soon saw Shen Yue, Xu Ning, and Qiao Dingbei.
Seeing that Xu Ning had come too, Zhao Zhen finally relaxed completely.
Xu Ning came to his side, her brows tightly furrowed. "How did you end up like this?"
Although she rarely spent time with her junior disciples, they were still family. Seeing Zhao Zhen so badly injured made her eyes turn cold.
"I ran into a cultivator. I was no match for him," Zhao Zhen said frankly.
"Qiao Dingbei told us on the way here," Shen Yue said. "I'll go check on Jiang first."
With that, he headed farther into the