"HYAH!"
"HYAH!"
It was the dead of night, and the morning mist had not yet dispersed.
Four strong horses charged into a ruined temple. Bai Fu did a quick sweep of the temple before turning to Che Yunxiu and shaking her head regretfully.
"Miss, he's already gone."
"Ah!"
Che Yunxiu's face filled with panic:
"What do we do now?"
"Don't panic." Elder Qian had lived for more than half a century, weathering many ups and downs. He quickly regained his composure.
"Even if that man gave Bai Fu some guidance that caused her strength to skyrocket in just two days, that doesn't necessarily mean he's powerful himself."
"And even if he is powerful, it's impossible to know how much of that strength he can use while so heavily injured. Besides, there's no guarantee he would have agreed to protect you, Miss."
"Our priority right now..."
He glanced back over his shoulder and said,
"...is to get back to Jizhou!"
"Elder Qian," Bai Fu began,
