In that instant, she seemed to become once more the peerless fairy of the World's Number One Daoist Sect.
A faint, cool fragrance drifted over.
"Let's treat our injuries first," Zhao Feng said.
"Could you put your clothes on first?" Su Qingwan said coldly, staring straight ahead.
Only then did Zhao Feng realize his upper body was still bare. He drew his gaze away from her ears, which remained crimson.
He was about to take fresh clothes from his Mustard Seed Pouch and change.
But just then, a series of sounds came from above the cavern.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
They were heavy and slow, like a giant's footsteps, or some enormous piece of metal striking the ground. The sounds came from overhead, from the shaft they had fallen through. Then they grew increasingly frequent, as though some colossal object were tumbling down.
Zhao Feng and Su Qingwan both raised their heads toward the pitch-black opening overhead.
Then they exchanged a glance.
That ancient barbarian noble had actually pursued them down here, haunting them like a restless ghost!
They would be in danger again!
"Miss Su, forgive me once more!" Zhao Feng said.
Su Qingwan looked at him with puzzled eyes, not yet understanding.
Zhao Feng's large hand had already wrapped around her delicate body again.
"You... how dare you!" Su Qingwan snapped. She was gravely injured, with little true origin remaining, and had no strength to resist.
Her body grew light as he lifted her into his arms again.
"You're taking advantage of my helplessness!" Her eyes reddened.
"Miss Su, emergencies call for extraordinary measures. Trust me! Don't speak, and don't move!"
Holding Su Qingwan, Zhao Feng darted into the deepest part of the cavern.
He activated the Breath-Concealing Technique's limit-breaking skill, the Turtle-Breathing Great Art. It could completely cut