Hua Ci hurried back to Mount Ying, where Ruan Lingyu came forward to meet her.
"How is he?" she asked.
Ruan Lingyu said gravely, "His injuries are severe." In all her life, she had never seen someone so badly hurt. To be honest, she found it strange that Lu Ye was still alive. There was scarcely a single uninjured spot on his body. With wounds like those, living was more painful than dying.
"Are you Senior Sister Hua Ci? Please, save Lu Ye." Yiyi stepped forward, looking up at Hua Ci with a face full of pleading.
Hua Ci looked over and was slightly stunned. When Lu Ye had come last time, he had been alone. This time, a sweet-looking young girl had brought him here.
There was also an enormous Big Tiger beside them, sprawled on the ground. It should have been snow-white from head to toe, but the blood on its body had dyed more than half its fur crimson.
It lay there, its chest and belly constantly rising and falling...
Hua Ci did not waste words. "Where is he?"
"Where he stayed before," Ruan Lingyu replied.
"I'll take a look."
A short while later, Hua Ci saw the youth who seemed to have been cast in blood inside the Bamboo Lodge where Lu Ye had stayed before. Even though she was accustomed to seeing injured cultivators, she could not help frowning.
These injuries... were far too severe.
She stepped forward to examine Lu Ye, and her frown deepened.
Just then, Lu Ye, who had been unconscious, slowly came to. He opened his eyes and looked hazily at the woman seated beside him.
Their gazes met, and Hua Ci chuckled. "Well, who's this? We really are fated. We've met again so soon."
Lu Ye felt somewhat awkward... No