"Ah..."
The sudden scream made Feng Xiong and the others all shudder.
Over the past few days, those sounds had been almost unbearably horrific.
Inside the cabin, Xu Tian's hands were still coated in flaming medicinal liquor as he grabbed one of Lian Youming's arms and kneaded it furiously. "External injuries are manageable, but you used that secret medicine this time, damaging your internal organs and consuming a great deal of your vital essence and energy. For the next two or three months, your constitution will probably be worse than an ordinary person's. Add in all those internal injuries, and you'll have to be careful."
The old man's expression was grave. His words conveyed concern, but also carried an implicit warning.
After this overseas journey alone, Lian Youming's two identities would be all but impossible to conceal any longer. He would certainly draw the attention of those martial artists from the old days, and might even stir murderous intent in the shadows.
With two great masters like Junk King and Xuanling Perfected Person involved, once the other side acted, it would be no minor skirmish. A fierce battle would be hard to avoid. "But you needn't worry too much. Master Chen has escaped captivity, and every one of those people clings to life and fears death. Without confidence, they would never dare emerge lightly. Still, you should take the necessary precautions. Besides, you have a wife and child. Take this chance to settle yourself properly... too fast!"
Xu Tian delivered a long, earnest lecture.
Those last two words in particular were spoken slowly and deliberately, laden with meaning.
His progress in the Martial Way was too fast.
Lian Youming was like a lump of dough being kneaded at will. His face was pale, but he still bared his teeth in