"Elders, Elders, we found the Sect Master!"
"The Sect Master seems to be unconscious..."
"Where did you find him?"
"Behind that boulder..."
"Let me take a look... The Sect Master is all right. Perhaps he was just knocked unconscious by those frenzied Soul Beasts."
In his hazy daze, Chen Fan heard the familiar voices of several Seven Kill Sect elders, and gradually came to his senses.
However.
As soon as he regained consciousness, his first feeling was that his limbs had gone weak!
Especially the soreness in his pelvis. It almost felt as if it didn't belong to him.
"Ugh..."
Chen Fan sucked in a sharp breath. With the Third Elder supporting him, he barely managed to stand.
"Sect Master, are you all right?"
Chen Fan shook his head. Feeling a little light-headed, he asked in a hoarse voice, "What happened to me...?"
"Master, when that beast tide swept through, you may have been knocked away and knocked unconscious. We searched for two whole days and nights before finding you."
After a pause, the Third Elder continued, "But about those wedding clothes you're wearing—the Grand Sect Master had two sets prepared. Why don't you take a bath and change, then we'll continue toward the sect?"
Chen Fan's head throbbed. He didn't have the heart or energy to figure any of that out, so he simply nodded.
"What are you standing around for? Come and help the Sect Master bathe and change!"
Seeing Chen Fan nod, the Third Elder immediately turned and barked at them.
Since Ling Yuan was being taken as a bride, she naturally had accompanying maids and the like.
In Chen Fan's current state, he obviously couldn't bathe on his own, and it wouldn't be appropriate for the Third Elder and the others to help him either. So the best solution was to have the accompanying maids do it.
"Yes!"
The accompanying maids jumped in fright and hurried forward.
Before long.
After taking a short rest, the wedding procession set off again.
This time, though, they were especially vigilant. Two elders even went ahead to clear the way.
Somewhere in the forest.
Bibi Dong watched the wedding procession disappear into the distance, her expressionless face turned toward the wooden hut. She murmured with a sinister little laugh, "Liu Erlong..."
"You've been dirtied from head to toe this time. Let's see what face you have left to keep staying by Xiao Gang's side!"
"Heh heh heh heh..."
(Attached image of Liu Erlong, for reference only!)
"Ugh..."
Yu Xiaogang opened his eyes groggily. His head throbbed as if someone had cracked it open.
He struggled to sit up, clutching his forehead. His throat was parched, and his mouth had a strange, indescribable taste. He couldn't help sneezing. "What is this...?"
He picked up a jug of water and gulped it all down. Only then did he feel a little better. He struggled to his feet and looked around.
Beside him, Liu Erlong wore nothing but a thin white nightgown. She was curled on her side, fast asleep, her long hair spilling messily across the pillow. Weariness was plain on her lovely face.
However, she was lying in a rather unseemly pose, her stomach exposed, seemingly with a little extra flesh.
"This..."
Yu Xiaogang froze at the sight and tried hard to remember what had happened.
However.
No matter how hard he tried, all he could recall was having a little to drink the night before. And then... then he remembered nothing at all!
"Erlong?"
After thinking for a long while without coming up with anything, Yu Xiaogang gently nudged Liu Erlong's shoulder. His voice was hoarse and dry as a duck's. "Erlong, wake up..."