Chapter 437: "Purple Rosy Cloud Primordial Palm: Ten Thousand Palms of Radiant Glow"! Whoooosh!
The night wind swept along the mountain path, carrying the roar of the pines. Three figures raced just above the treetops like arrows loosed from a bow.
As they reached the dense forest outside Heavenly Rosy Cloud Slope, Shen Xiuhan stopped abruptly. His gaze sharpened, and he shouted in a low voice:
"Who's there? Come out!"
Rustle, rustle...
The shadows beneath the trees stirred, and a young man wearing the attire of the Azure Radiance Manor's Sword Branch stumbled out.
Mud stained his clothes, his topknot was disheveled, and cold sweat beaded on his temples. He looked as though he had barely escaped death.
When he saw Shen Miaoyin beside Shen Xiuhan, his eyes suddenly lit up, like a drowning man catching sight of driftwood:
"Senior Sister Miaoyin?!"
Shen Miaoyin's delicate brows drew together. Studying him carefully in the moonlight, she asked:
"Are you... Junior Brother Feng Shaohuan?"
"Yes! It's me!"
Feng Shaohuan nodded repeatedly, his voice full of terror:
"Senior Sister, something terrible has happened on Heavenly Rosy Cloud Slope!"
"On the branch master's orders, I led a group to capture Linghu Su, who was hiding on Heavenly Rosy Cloud Slope. But he was far too powerful-we were no match for him! I'm afraid my younger clansmen have already..."
At the painful memory, his eyes reddened, and he pounded his chest:
"It's all because I'm useless! Useless!"
Understanding dawned on Shen Miaoyin, and pity flickered in her lovely eyes:
"So Linghu Su was hiding here... Junior Brother Feng, please accept my condolences. Go down the mountain and recover first. Leave him to us."
"Thank you, Senior Sister! Thank you all!"
Feng Shaohuan wiped away his tears and cupped his hands in thanks. Head bowed, he