Wang Xian lay at the bottom of the crater, his whole body aching so badly that even breathing hurt.
"Could I have broken a rib?"
He struggled to draw in a breath and muttered, "Otherwise, why does my left leg hurt so much? Why won't my right arm obey me? Why does my chest feel like it's been shaken apart?"
The worst part was the chaos in his meridians.
It felt as if two different forces were clashing in his eyes. If he didn't guide them in time, they might damage his foundation.
He closed his eyes and focused, trying to summon his true qi to mend his injuries, but every attempt brought stabbing pain.
He didn't know how long had passed before his consciousness began to blur. Cold seeped up from the snow beneath him, mingling with the pain inside his body.
Just as he was about to pass out—
"Ah—!"
A sharp scream tore through the mountain forest's silence.
Wang Xian managed to open his swollen eyes.
Through his blurred vision, he saw a red dress fluttering in the snow, bright as a flame.
A delicate face, filled with shock, stared down at him. Her eyes were wide, as if she'd seen something impossible.
"Who's that... Why are you here?"
Wang Xian managed to force out a smile as Ye Honglian dragged him out of the crater.
He couldn't make sense of it. This woman had been with Yan Hui, so how had she suddenly turned up in front of him?
The thought startled him so much that, for a moment, he forgot the pain wracking his body. He turned his head and looked around...
Seeing Wang Xian's panicked expression, Ye Honglian couldn't help asking, "I heard Young Master Yan Hui say you fought that demoness and fell