Dusk was ink-dark, dripping into the wilderness and spreading like spilled dye.
Chen Mo finished cultivating the Lihuo Profound Technique, his thoughts turning to Wu Zhiai. Could it be her? He was at his wits' end now.
Before they parted, Wu Zhiai had told him not to go back. But with his skills, he could sneak back under cover of night; no one below Hua Jin could detect him.
At the thought,
he was about to get up and head out when he suddenly sensed someone approaching.
"Is that Wu Zhiai?"
He sensed a familiar presence nearing the abandoned temple.
Before long,
a cautious black-clad figure stepped into the temple. Chen Mo looked up and saw that it was indeed Wu Zhiai.
Reunited, Wu Zhiai saw that Chen Mo was unharmed, and relief immediately spread across her face.
"Sis Ai, why did you come too? Did the Wu Family make a move against you?"
The two sat down on the ground.
Wu Zhiai nodded slightly. "After Wu Duan died, Wu Zheng gathered Wu Kang and several others to his side. They said I was responsible for Wu Duan's death and wanted to put me to death. Fortunately, I had a spy in the Wu Family and learned of it beforehand, so I managed to escape."
"Also, people from the Black Tiger Hall and the Hansha Gang seem to be patrolling all over town. They're probably looking for you."
"Oh, right." She remembered something. "I brought you some materials for concocting medicine. There isn't much, but it should be enough to last you a few days."
She pointed outside the temple gate.
Hearing this, warmth welled up in Chen Mo's heart.
Even while fleeing for her life, Wu Zhiai had thought of him first.
"Thank you, Sis Ai..."
He didn't say