The man in the white robe being treated by the demonically charming man was ghostly pale, with not a hint of color in his jade-like face, and his breathing was very disordered.
His forehead’s veins were bulging due to the pain, and although he appeared somewhat disheveled at the moment, it did not detract from his otherworldly temperament and stunning looks; rather, it added a pitiable beauty to his appearance.
This man in the white robe was none other than Ye Qi, whom Wen Xiao’ai yearned for deeply.
The most esteemed son of the Cat Demon Clan—the son of Elder Ye.
Apart from this aura of prestige, he was also a prominent figure among the young generation in both the Demon Realm and the Immortal Realm.
Currently healing him was the Medicine King Feng Liyan, revered by the entire Cat Demon Clan, the Demon Realm, and even the Immortal Realm.
Feeling that the Medicine King was also at the end of his strength, Ye Qi hurriedly spoke to stop him.
Feng Liyan’s breath was already chaotic, and his hands began to tremble as he continued to treat Ye Qi’s injuries.
Upon hearing Ye Qi’s dissuasive voice, Feng Liyan did not cease his movements but kept on forcing himself to continue the healing.
Cold sweat climbed over his forehead, trickling into his eyes, while the perspiration from his hairline flowed down his temples to his chin, dripping onto the hem of his garment.
The demonically alluring face was deathly pale, yet it made him appear even more enchantingly wicked.
"...Feng Liyan." Ye Qi’s voice of restraint sounded once more.
This time, Feng Liyan finally stopped, but it was because he could no longer muster the strength to continue.
Feng Liyan spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, one hand clutching his chest, the other trembling uncontrollably on the cold hard stone platform.
His internal energies roiled, surging towards his chest and forehead.
"How are you feeling?"
Ye Qi turned back to check on Feng Liyan, but he himself had such severe injuries that even speaking was difficult.
"I’m fine, I have medicine on me; help me get it, the one in the black bottle." Feng Liyan spoke with some difficulty.
Ye Qi reached into his bosom to retrieve the medicine bottle, shaking as he poured out two pills and administered them to Feng Liyan.
After taking the medicine, Feng Liyan sat back down and began to meditate to regulate his breathing.
Ye Qi wanted to cultivate his own powers to heal his injuries, but after several attempts, all ended in failure.
"Don’t move carelessly, your injuries are too severe, and you cannot yet cultivate."
Feng Liyan, who was closing his eyes to meditate and restore his vital energy, spoke.
Upon hearing this, Ye Qi did not move carelessly anymore; he could only heighten his vigilance and watch the entrance of the cave to prevent the members of the Demon Clan from finding them.
However, before Feng Liyan could finish his meditation, Ye Qi sensed the aura of the Demon Clan approaching, and Feng Liyan sensed it too.
Feng Liyan, who had been meditating, opened his eyes and also looked towards the direction of the cave’s entrance.
Without much thought, he stood up with great effort, helped Ye Qi down from the stone platform, and they supported each other as they headed deeper into the cave.
After walking through a dark and narrow path, the view suddenly opened up to reveal an array of bizarre yet beautiful green vegetation and flowers.
Countless fist-sized, thoroughly translucent and snow-white spirits made of condensed spiritual energy floated around them.
On the far right, there was a turquoise spiritual spring, with ethereal mists swirling above it.
In the center, a thousand-year-old tree bore fiery red spirit fruits.
Upon a swing made of woven grass, there lay a spirit fruit that had been picked for some time but had yet to be eaten.
This place, akin to an ethereal oasis, was the deepest part of Qin Mountain and was also where Wen Xiao’ai usually practiced her cultivation.
All the spirit grass and spiritual flowers there had been personally planted by Ye Qi for her, the swing was also crafted by his hands, and even the spiritual spring had been drawn from the Turquoise Pool in the Immortal Realm after months of effort by him. Googlᴇ search novel·fire.net