The Man with a Daoist Topknot

The two Essence Devouring Bloodworms shot into Su Shi'er's sleeve, yet an invisible force locked onto Sect member Duan's Golden Pill, which remained in the air nearby.

If Su Shi'er had not restrained them, the two Essence Devouring Bloodworms would not have spared even that Golden Pill.

"Hm? It seemed... a Golden Pill Cultivator's blood essence and Golden Pill held an astonishing allure for these Essence Devouring Bloodworms."

"However, these two Essence Devouring Bloodworms did not emerge when danger struck. Now, they could actually break free from the Spirit Beast Bag on their own. This... had to be guarded against!"

The thought flashed through his mind as Su Shi'er swiftly swallowed a large quantity of healing pills. Only after feeling the medicinal power begin to circulate within him did he turn toward the little Feng Fei, whose eyes were already brimming with tears.

"Don't worry, little girl. Your master is fine!"

His voice was not loud, but the faint smile at the corner of Su Shi'er's lips was calming.

"But... your injuries!" Feng Fei wiped away her tears, her eyes filled with worry.

"A period of recuperation will be enough to heal them," Su Shi'er said calmly.

"Then let's hurry back! Without your permission this time, I... I absolutely won't leave White Cloud Mountain so lightly again."

Although Su Shi'er had never blamed her from beginning to end, seeing her master suffer such severe injuries and thinking of the consequences caused by her departure this time...

Feng Fei was filled with boundless self-reproach.

"Silly girl, the path of cultivation must ultimately be traveled through trials and hardships, through every kind of difficulty and obstacle."

"After we return, you will need to enter seclusion for a time. But after summing up the lessons of this experience, you must continue venturing out.