Song Qingshu looked behind her but saw no one else, leaving him deeply puzzled. Why had she appeared here alone? Could something have happened to the Tieyan Tribe?
Yalixian staggered through the desert before collapsing into the sand with a thud, frightening Song Qingshu into rushing over at once.
In the desert, places that looked close were actually far apart—the kind of distance that could run a horse to death. Fortunately, Song Qingshu's qinggong was excellent, and after about the time it took to burn half an incense stick, he finally reached her.
He helped her up. Yalixian was already half-conscious, so Song Qingshu used his body to shield her from the blazing sun while taking out a waterskin and lightly moistening her lips.
Yalixian slowly opened her eyes. When she saw him, a dazed glimmer flashed through them. "The True Lord's messenger? I've seen you again... Have I already died?"
"Do you really want to die that badly?" Song Qingshu glanced around and scooped her up. "I'll take you somewhere to get out of the sun first."
Yalixian pressed her cheek against his chest and suddenly felt safe. Once she relaxed, her extreme weakness quickly sent her back to sleep.
Song Qingshu hesitated. He still needed to find Usun and the others, and staying here to care for her would delay him badly. Yet if he abandoned her like this, she would certainly die in the desert. He could not bring himself to do such a thing.
After letting out a long sigh, he ultimately decided to save Yalixian first. He was already lost, and wandering blindly through the desert alone would only lead him down countless wrong paths. He might as well wait for Yalixian to wake up and have her guide him. As someone from the Tieyan