Right now, because of Xu Jialuo's attack, everyone in this area had dropped whatever they were doing and stopped to watch, looking for a chance to escape.
But this woman was the only one who seemed not to notice Xu Jialuo at all, continuing to focus on transporting the spirit stones.
Furthermore, unlike the others, she hadn't gotten herself covered in filth — even her clothes were still fairly clean.
She had maintained the temperament that a martial cultivator ought to possess.
A woman like her was completely out of place in a place like this, yet here she was doing the same work as everyone else — carrying spirit stones.
Perhaps from carrying spirit stones for too long, she was not only pale as paper but also extremely weak. Her soul had been corroded by the spirit stones, and the damage was severe.
Yet despite all that, this woman still had a man strapped to her back.
She was literally carrying a man on her back while she worked.
Compared to the woman, the man was even weaker, constantly emitting ragged coughs and gasps — he looked like someone on the verge of death.
Seeing this woman and this man, Chu Feng felt his heart twist with pain, and his eyes grew slightly moist.
Because he knew these two. They were Chu Feng's benefactors — seniors he respected and cherished.
They were Ying Mingchao and Zi Xunyi.
Back in the day, Ying Mingchao, Zi Xunyi, Wang Qiang, and Zhao Hong had come to this Great Upper Realm together with Chu Feng.
But because of a strange vortex within the Heavenly Stairs, they had been separated and scattered.
Chu Feng had been swept into the world within the Yuanhai Sacred Mountain.
Wang Qiang had once appeared within the Void Sacred Tree.
As for Zhao Hong, Ying Mingchao, and Zi Xunyi — there had been no word from them at all.
But Chu Feng had felt that the vortex was strange. Since both he and Wang Qiang had gained certain opportunities through that vortex, it stood to reason that Zhao Hong, as well as Ying Mingchao and Zi Xunyi — the married couple — had likely gained opportunities too.
But never, in his wildest imagination, had Chu Feng expected that when he reunited with Ying Mingchao and Zi Xunyi, it would be in a place like this.
Two figures who had once commanded the wind and rain across the Hundred Refinements Mortal Realm were now, in the Great Upper Realm, working like slaves for a band of beast bandits.
And their fate was this wretched.
"Seniors."
Chu Feng called out softly.
His voice was barely above a whisper, even trembling slightly, because at this moment his heart ached desperately for Ying Mingchao and Zi Xunyi. It wasn't just his voice that shook — his very heart was trembling.
But even that faint call was enough to freeze Zi Xunyi, who had been working, in her tracks.
Then she spun around sharply and fixed her gaze on Chu Feng.
"Chu Feng — it's really you."
Seeing Chu Feng, Zi Xunyi was overcome with joy. She hurriedly set down the spirit stones in her hands and came to stand before Chu Feng, grasping his wrist and looking him up and down, examining him carefully. Her eyes were filled not only with elation but also with concern.
Even though she herself was in such a terrible state, she was still worrying about whether Chu Feng had been doing well.
Looking at Zi Xunyi like this, Chu Feng's heart felt as though it were being carved by a knife — the pain was unbearable. Yet he still forced a smile:
"Seniors, it's me. I'm Chu Feng."
"Mingchao — Mingchao, wake up quickly. Look who's here."
Under Zi Xunyi's urging, Ying Mingchao struggled to open his eyes. His gaze was vacant, and it seemed as though even his eyesight had deteriorated. But the moment he saw Chu Feng, a new light sparked to life in those eyes.
"Chu Feng — is that really Chu Feng?"
"Xunyi — did you find Chu Feng?"