"Leave right now?" Li Xiangxiang exclaimed. "But your injuries haven't healed yet. Why don't you rest for a few more days?"
"It's fine!" Li Xiaoya glanced at her and smiled. "Time waits for no one. Didn't you hear what Senior Brother Huang Hua said? The Southwestern Ancient City will close in another ten days or so. My injuries haven't healed completely, but they're no longer a serious problem!" There was something else he left unsaid. Although his cultivation had not recovered, his Overlord Art had actually advanced to its peak as he healed from his injuries, aided by the strange black aura on Ancient Demon Mountain. Rather than weakening, he had grown stronger. With the mnemonic for the fourth level, he might be able to break through the bottleneck and reach the fourth level of the Overlord Art immediately. Unfortunately, Feng Chenzi still refused to give him that mnemonic, leaving him grinding his teeth in frustration.
"Th-then all right!" Li Xiangxiang looked him over. Seeing that his complexion seemed much better, she could only agree.
"But, Junior Brother Li! Do you have a plan?" Dong Gu Nü interjected from beside them.
"We'll see how things go!" Li Xiaoya replied calmly. "If the situation really becomes beyond saving, you should retreat first. I'll buy you time!"
"Uh!" Everyone exchanged bewildered looks.
"My master once said," Li Xiaoya suddenly began, "that if cultivators want to attain the Great Dao, they must keep taking risks. Only on the edge of life and death can they more readily break through their bottlenecks. You can still decide not to go, but I'm going no matter what-to become stronger!" A trace of maturity and an overbearing air showed on his handsome face. It seemed Liu Qingshan's death had indeed affected him deeply.
"All right! I'll go