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While Chu Feng was still lost in thought, a graceful figure pushed through the crowd and arrived at his side.
She reached out and grabbed his arm, her fingers closing around his wrist. At the same time, she pulled out several pills and began stuffing them into his mouth.
Had anyone else dared pull something like this — especially under these circumstances — Chu Feng would have swatted them across the sky without a second thought.
But facing this person, Chu Feng showed not the slightest displeasure. In fact, a faint smile crept onto his face.
Because the one standing before him was
This girl was so worried about Chu Feng that she was simultaneously checking his injuries while producing her finest healing pills.
"Hey, hey, hey — I get that they're healing pills, but they're still medicine. You can't treat medicine like a meal. That's way too many."
Chu Feng smiled as he tried to lean away, clearly not interested in swallowing all of them.
"They're all meant to help with your injuries," Long Xiaoxiao urged.
"I'm fine. These little scratches? They're nothing. No need for pills."
Chu Feng said this with a grin. It wasn't modesty — injuries like these truly were minor in his eyes, and he was long used to them. Besides, while Long Xiaoxiao's pills were all genuine healing medicines, they wouldn't do much for someone at his level.
"Are you really okay?" Long Xiaoxiao's brows furrowed. She was a Spirit World Master herself, and she could sense the state of his soul. Chu Feng's condition did not look fine at all.
"I said I'm fine, so I'm fine."
"And don't you start crying — you're a princess of the
As he spoke, Chu Feng gave her cheek a gentle pinch.
He did this because he'd noticed her eyes were already rimmed with red, tears threatening to spill over. If he didn't tease her soon, those tears were going to come pouring out.
"I'm not crying!"
Long Xiaoxiao snapped back to her senses at his reminder, suddenly aware that breaking down in tears here wasn't exactly appropriate. She hurriedly wiped away the tears that had been on the verge of falling with the back of her small hand.
But almost immediately, she looked back at Chu Feng. "You're really okay?"
"Really okay. Give me one hour — just one hour — and I'll be fully recovered. Want to bet?"
"Fine. One hour. And if you're not healed, you're taking every last one of these pills."
As she spoke, Long Xiaoxiao actually pulled out yet another handful of pills from her Universe Bag.
Now both her pale little hands were practically overflowing with medicines. The sheer volume was nearly half a bowl's worth of rice.
But she wasn't trying to poison him — every single one was a genuine healing pill of considerable value, and even if he swallowed them all, they wouldn't put any burden on his body.
Watching Long Xiaoxiao like this, Chu Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
She had always been a bit mischievous, sure, but she also had a composed, sensible side. So how had she ended up looking so scatterbrained today?
But why Long Xiaoxiao had changed like this — how could Chu Feng not understand?
This was a girl who had been willing to risk her life for him.
"Fine. If I'm not healed, I'll eat every last one," Chu Feng promised.
"It's a deal. A promise is a promise — no take-backs."
Long Xiaoxiao stuck out her little finger, wanting to hook it with his.
Seeing this, Chu Feng smiled and placed his own finger over hers.
While Long Xiaoxiao and Chu Feng chatted and laughed, Holy Light Lion God found himself looking down at his right hand.
His palm was drenched in sweat — cold sweat, born of sheer nervousness.
Clutched within that hand was a small piece of jade, no larger than a fingernail, with a talisman hidden inside. If this jade was shattered, it would mean the Sacred Valley was in mortal danger — even the Sacred Lord in seclusion would sense it immediately.
He had been afraid earlier that if something truly fatal happened to Chu Feng, that hidden expert who hadn't yet revealed themselves would slaughter the entire Sacred Valley.
Against an opponent of that caliber, only the Sacred Valley's Sacred Lord could put up a fight.
So he had secretly held this jade in his palm, ready to crush it and alert the Sacred Lord the moment Chu Feng drew his last breath.
But the situation had unfolded beyond anyone's expectations.
In his judgment, under circumstances like these, that hidden expert probably wouldn't make a move either.
With lingering relief, he gave the jade one last glance, then put it away.