The sky was full of stars; the wind was gentle, and so were the clouds.
Lin Jiufeng held Wen Xinyun as he raced through the air, trailing waves of clouds across the heavens.
Wen Xinyun was frail and suffering. Lin Jiufeng wanted to return to the Feather Transformation Sect as quickly as possible and give her the Dragon Root.
Thus, his speed soared, far surpassing his pace on the journey there.
The earth, mountains, and rivers flashed past beneath him.
Only the bright moon pursued him all the way, lighting the road home.
This journey of hundreds of thousands of miles took only one night. At the first light of dawn, Lin Jiufeng arrived before the Scripture Pavilion.
White Fox had been cultivating when she suddenly caught Lin Jiufeng's scent. She ran out excitedly and said happily, "You're back."
But when she saw the weak Wen Xinyun in Lin Jiufeng's arms, White Fox's expression changed. "What happened to her?"
"She's fine. She's merely weak after dispersing her cultivation. I need to treat her now. Stand guard for us." Lin Jiufeng carried Wen Xinyun straight into the study, shut the doors and windows tightly, and laid her on the bed.
White Fox immediately stood guard outside, watching worriedly.
Inside the study, Wen Xinyun had already fallen unconscious. Her breath was faint, and there was no color in her face. She was like a rose stripped of all color, on the verge of withering.
Lin Jiufeng's expression was grave as he took out the Dragon Root and skillfully began extracting its energy.
Fortunately, he had previously comprehended Basic Alchemy and understood much about the properties of medicinal ingredients, so he knew how to help Wen Xinyun.
In Wen Xinyun's current frail condition, swallowing the Dragon Root directly would not save her life—it