Winter Melon walked silently, pulling the young man along as she considered her way out.
She was gravely wounded. That Body Integration Cultivator had severely injured her with a single strike, and an extremely troublesome strand of blood qi still tangled within her body. Most of her cultivation had to be devoted to resisting its assault.
The cultivation she could use... probably amounted to less than a tenth.
If she really had to fight, she probably could not even defeat a Golden Core cultivator. At most, she could only trade her life for theirs. Watermelon behind her was even worse off, without even the strength to walk.
She had no idea what arrangements the enemy had made, or whether enemies were searching for her nearby.
It was even more likely that the enemy had deliberately let them go, though their purpose remained unclear.
As things stood, no matter how she looked at it, there seemed to be no way out. She was merely struggling.
But suddenly, Winter Melon stopped, moved to hide the young man behind her, and looked warily toward the cliff above.
After a moment, a clear male voice suddenly rang out:
"Idle clouds lie over the wilds. Senior sister, the scenery here truly defies floral splendor."
A moment later, a slightly cool female voice answered:
"Mm."
"A shame there's neither wine nor tea. Otherwise, it would be nice to rest here a while."
"Mm."
"Senior sister... did you never learn how to pronounce any other words?"
"Oh?"
"All right, pretend your junior brother never said anything. Let's get going."
"Mm."
Winter Melon held her breath and focused, not daring to release the slightest trace of Divine Sense. She could only carefully glance sideways.
She saw a man and a woman dressed in what looked like sect robes