Zhou Qi knew what was happening at the foot of the mountain.
He had even sensed it when Xu Dingshan led people to their door.
But he had not moved.
First, his identity was still sensitive. Second, it was not his way of doing things.
After all, he was only staying here temporarily, and he had already given more than enough in return.
Still, he felt a trace of regret for Little Douzi.
Though they had no name of master and disciple, he had taught him for some time.
Besides, Pei Qiang's arm had been broken because of him—the Silly Dog had been forcibly captured by him from the west side of the Qingling Mountains and released on the east side. That debt could not be avoided.
So when Pei Qiang's footsteps sounded on the mountain path, he was already standing at the courtyard gate.
Pei Qiang ran up, saw him, and froze. Then his legs gave out, and he was about to kneel.
"Senior, please help..."
"No need to say it." Zhou Qi interrupted him. "Let's go."
The room was dimly lit.
Pei Yunyang leaned against the headboard. Seeing him enter, he struggled to rise and pay his respects.
Zhou Qi waved a hand, his gaze sweeping over Pei Yunyang's face first. His complexion was deathly pale and his breath weak and unsteady. His injuries were indeed serious.
Then he looked toward the bed beside him.
Little Douzi lay there, his face white as paper and his brow tightly furrowed. Even unconscious, his body still twitched faintly, as though he were enduring immense pain.
At the Qi Refinement Realm, divine sense could only look inward. At the Foundation Establishment Realm, however, it could already leave the body.
Zhou Qi swept him with his divine sense, and his brows creased