Everyone present was intelligent; how could they not have thought of that?
Under the Western War God's lead, everyone sprang into action.
Gusu Hanxing immediately carried Qin Shaofeng on her back and raced toward Pinghuan City.
Yet she neither hurried nor slowed, always following not far behind the Western War God.
They already knew full well the sense of security the Western War God could provide. How could they possibly abandon such an excellent protective umbrella?
They could all see the disparity in cultivation between the Hunchbacked Old Man and the Blood Robe Old Ancestor. They did not dare assume that the Blood Robe Old Ancestor would not come after them.
However, their worries were clearly unnecessary.
After only a dozen or so breaths, they had returned to the camp within Pinghuan City.
Gusu Hanxing laid Qin Shaofeng, whose flesh had only just regrown over his chest but whose blood and qi were still severely depleted, onto the bed. She then took out all manner of spiritual liquids again and fed them to him.
Compared with the constantly busy Gusu Hanxing, whether the Black Gold Twins or Chen Wo and Mo Tianxin, all wore troubled expressions.
Lu Yan stood before the tent curtain, seemingly lost in thought.
Only Chen Qingyi kept searching for things, occasionally combining and crafting something. Yet before he finished, Qin Shaofeng could not tell what exactly he was making.
More than half an hour later.
The tent curtain was lifted, and the Western War God entered with two people.
Her gaze swept over Qin Shaofeng, and she asked in a deep voice, "Your injuries seem very serious. Can you still join the battles ahead?"
"Yes!"
The answer rang out at once.
Both Qin Shaofeng and Gusu Hanxing could not help looking toward the source of the