"Alas!"
After Liao Dinghao and the others left, Cao Bing and Guan Yong exchanged glances and both let out a sigh.
That was the life of a Martial Artist. You never knew whether tomorrow or death would come first. There were simply too many unknowns and accidents. The people you laughed and chatted with yesterday might already be gone today.
"Guan Yong, and this little brother." Not far away, Dong Biao struggled to his feet. His arm was badly fractured and needed to be set as soon as possible.
"Mad Bull." Guan Yong narrowed his eyes, somewhat surprised. Dong Biao had been so badly injured and sprawled on the floor earlier that Guan Yong had failed to recognize him at first.
Moreover, this was the first time he had seen Mad Bull Dong Biao in such a sorry state. Usually, Dong Biao would be charging through the battlefield with a broadsword in hand, slaughtering everything in his path.
"I, Dong Biao, won't bother with empty pleasantries. Thank you for what happened today! I'll be leaving first. Leave Zhang Xi to me!"
Though Dong Biao looked fierce and had a rash, fiery temper, he was actually quite loyal. He took the initiative to offer to take Zhang Xi away. After all, they had once been teammates who had faced life and death together. Besides, Dong Biao had no intention of continuing any further. With injuries this severe, the slightest mishap could cost him his life.
"Sorry to trouble you." Before Cao Bing could speak, Guan Yong agreed first.
"Mm." Dong Biao nodded, scooped Zhang Xi up, and slung him over his uninjured shoulder. He turned to leave.
"Brother Dong!"
"Mm?"
Cao Bing suddenly called out to Dong Biao.
"Please take good care of Zhang Xi. And... take care of yourself," Cao