"Since I'm doing a good deed, I might as well see it through and give you a hand."
With that, Meng Chen hung the Soul Tool lantern on himself, then reached out and scooped Zhu Zhuqing up in his arms.
The next instant, a sweet fragrance mingled with the scent of blood filled Meng Chen's nose and lingered there.
His expression remained unchanged, but as he turned, he glanced into the depths of the nighttime woods from the corner of his eye, seemingly having noticed something else.
First, he took a soft, clean piece of silk from his Soul Tool and spread it on the ground, then laid Zhu Zhuqing flat on it, faceup.
Immediately afterward, Meng Chen began examining Zhu Zhuqing.
The girl appeared unconscious, but her injuries were not actually serious. Most likely, she had passed out from exhausting her Soul Power.
The only wound on her body was the claw wound across her abdomen.
It was not deep, either. It had only continued bleeding because she had not stopped the bleeding in time and had exerted herself strenuously.
"Looks like your sister really went easy on you."
Meng Chen remarked as he took some healing medicine from his Soul Tool.
Zhu Zhuqing had only rank twenty-seven Soul Power, a mere Soul Grandmaster, yet she had escaped from Zhu Zhuyun and two Soul Ancestors.
Meng Chen would never believe Zhu Zhuyun had not deliberately held back.
Looking at the leather clothing clinging tightly to the wound, Meng Chen was not troubled.
He gathered a sharp strand of Soul Power at his fingertip and, like a scalpel, used it to cut away all the material stuck to the wound. With his extraordinarily precise control, he did not hurt Zhu Zhuqing in the slightest.
After wiping away the blood around