"Who goes there?"
Yun Yun, whose nerves were stretched taut, raised her Dou Qi and shouted coldly.
"Hehe, wife Yun Yun, it seems your situation isn't looking too good."
With a hearty laugh, four figures abruptly appeared in midair.
"Xiao Yan!"
Yun Yun's eyes widened instantly.
"Hehe, that would be yours truly."
Xiao Yan cupped his hands in a pretentious salute.
"Idiot, get over here and help already!"
Yun Yun, finally relaxing, cried out sweetly.
Xiao Yan smiled, then led Tian Huo and the other two forward.
Within the dense forest.
"Elder Qing Hua, take this. It's a seven-rank high-grade healing pill."
Xiao Yan handed Qing Hua a dark-red pill the size of a longan.
"Thank you, Young Pavilion Master."
Qing Hua, whose injuries were quite severe, did not stand on ceremony and immediately swallowed the pill.
Before long, a trace of color returned to Qing Hua's pale cheeks, allowing Yun Yun and the others, who had been tense all along, to secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
"Yun Yun, tell me what happened. How did you end up in such a sorry state?"
Xiao Yan frowned as he looked at the faint exhaustion between Yun Yun's brows.
"Forget it, Teacher is exhausted. Let me explain. Yesterday..."
A graceful figure in green squeezed forward and began to explain.
"Ancient Heavenly Demon Python? Heavenly Underworld Sect? Anyone who dares hurt my wife must die!"
A trace of killing intent flashed through Xiao Yan's eyes.
Surprisingly, Yun Yun did not refute him. She merely looked at Xiao Yan and said gently, "Be careful. Stay safe."
Yun Yun knew that with Xiao Yan's strength, he would surely be able to deal with them easily.
Beside them, Nalan Yanran wore a speechless expression as she looked to the heavens.
*Damn it! At a time