After a long while, Yun Qingyue finally calmed down.
She lifted her head from Lu Chen's embrace. Her eyes were red and swollen, tear tracks still streaking her face. Looking at Lu Chen, she suddenly punched him again.
"Don't ever do that again."
Lu Chen nodded. "Alright."
Yun Qingyue glared at him. "You say that every time, and every time you never listen."
Lu Chen fell silent.
Yun Qingyue looked at him, then suddenly sighed.
"Forget it. It's useless no matter how much I say."
She turned around and began examining Lu Chen's injuries.
The flesh on his right shoulder was mangled, with bone faintly visible beneath it.
Though the torn meridians had begun to heal, the process was painfully slow. There were no fewer than dozens of wounds, large and small, across his body, some of them still seeping blood.
The worst were his internal injuries—he had forcibly refined the mark, then swallowed the Dragon Marrow Spirit Crystal and Demon Core to break through, causing immense damage to his meridians.
If his body had not been so powerful, anyone else would have long since suffered shattered meridians and died.
As Yun Qingyue examined him, her heart ached so badly that she kept drawing sharp breaths.
"You lunatic... you lunatic..."
That was the only thing she could say over and over, yet her hands never stopped moving as she took out all kinds of pills and medicinal ointments to treat Lu Chen's wounds.
Lu Chen let her do as she pleased, his gaze falling upon the small island.
"The Soul-Returning Grass."
Without even looking up, Yun Qingyue said, "It's not going anywhere. We'll pick it later."
Lu Chen said nothing more.
Tuoba Shan walked over, looked at Lu Chen's injuries, then at the giant python's corpse, and swallowed.
"Brother Lu,