After a long while, Lu Xueqi slowly raised her head.
She fixed her gaze on the elders whose faces were filled with worry.
The tenderness in her eyes was gone, replaced only by coldness and resolve.
"Elders."
She looked at them and slowly spoke, her voice firm.
"Xiaoyu needs rest."
"And he needs an absolutely quiet environment."
"Until I have completely healed him, I hope no one will come disturb us."
"Alright."
Wan Jianyi looked at her and nodded heavily.
"We promise you."
"With old fellows like us guarding Green Cloud Mountain, nothing will go wrong."
His words were filled with trust and support.
Hearing this, Lu Xueqi respectfully bowed to them.
"Thank you, elders."
With that, she hesitated no longer.
Holding the deeply unconscious man in her arms, she turned into a streak of white light and sped toward Small Bamboo Peak, which held all their memories.
Small Bamboo Peak, Moon-Watching Terrace.
It was still as cold and tranquil as ever, as though it had never been disturbed by the turmoil of the mortal world.
Lu Xueqi gently laid the blood-covered man upon the Jade Bed made of thousand-year cold jade.
She extended her cold hand and gently wiped the dried blood from his face.
Her movements were so gentle, so focused.
As though she were not wiping away bloodstains, but all the pain and torment he had endured over the past several centuries.
"Fool."
She looked at the pale-faced man and murmured softly.
"Why do you always take such poor care of yourself?"
Her voice was filled with heartache and helplessness.
She had to heal him as soon as possible.
Lu Xueqi hesitated no longer.
She sat cross-legged beside the man.
She unleashed without reservation the Cultivation she had long since attained in the Taiqing Realm.
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