Zhu Zhuyun's vision went dark, and she cleanly fainted.
Ye Qifeng's strike had been neither too light nor too heavy, controlled perfectly. It would not harm Zhu Zhuyun; it would merely make her sleep for a while.
A moment later.
Ye Qifeng landed from the air, carrying the unconscious Zhu Zhuyun in his arms.
Zhu Zhuyun was tall, voluptuous, and fiery. She felt soft in his arms.
Yet she was very light, as though weightless, almost floating.
After landing, Ye Qifeng pondered briefly. Then, he swiftly took a thin blanket from the Purple Jade Crystal Ring and spread it over a flat, clean patch of ground beside the campfire.
He then placed Zhu Zhuyun on the blanket.
Immediately afterward, he returned to Zhu Zhuqing, who had fainted in the grass, carefully picked her up, and carried her back to the campfire.
Ye Qifeng first placed Zhu Zhuqing on the flat rock where he and Ni Huang had been sitting.
Then he took out some clean water and washed away the bloodstains, bits of grass, dirt, and other grime on her body.
He also removed the short feathered iron arrow that had pierced her calf.
Only after cleaning Zhu Zhuqing's wounds and dirt did Ye Qifeng finally see her face clearly.
Zhu Zhuqing was a little over nine years old. Her features were still somewhat childish, and she resembled Zhu Zhuyun by seventy percent.
Whether in figure or appearance, Zhu Zhuqing looked like a smaller version of Zhu Zhuyun.
After all, they were biological sisters.
At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing wore a set of black leather clothing identical in style and material to Zhu Zhuyun's.
But unlike Zhu Zhuyun's intact clothing,
Zhu Zhuqing's black leather outfit was riddled with tears and cuts of varying sizes.
Through those openings, her bare skin