Chapter 5055 — Gravely Wounded
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Wei Zhao had steadied himself again, but he was now fainter and more transparent than before—one felt a casual gust of wind might scatter him, and soon he would be much like any other spirit-body.
"Can you hold on?" Tears streaked both of Leng Leng's cheeks. Even a fool could tell something was badly wrong with Wei Zhao in this state; the next moment, perhaps, his spirit-body would be utterly destroyed.
"I can. How can a man say he can't?" Wei Zhao smiled weakly and jerked his chin toward Sun Baimei and Fei Yangnian. "Let's deal with these two first. A snake not beaten to death turns and bites you—we can't afford to make the same mistake twice."
"All right, wait for me a moment." Leng Leng nodded. Battered as she was, she was the only one present still capable of moving—both Sun Baimei and Fei Yangnian had been beaten into immobility, with no strength left to resist.
Leng Leng hobbled over with difficulty—when Sun Baimei, who should have been lying stiff and awaiting death, suddenly leaped to his feet. The sight gave both Wei Zhao and Leng Leng a violent start. To spring up even now—the man was practically an unkillable cockroach!
Yet once on his feet, Sun Baimei did not strike at the two of them. Instead he seized the long-unconscious Fei Yangnian and, the pair of them, leaped straight out through the shattered window behind him.
Leng Leng rushed to the window, only to see the two had already hit the ground. They had not fallen to their deaths or been knocked senseless—instead they were scrambling and limping away out of the residential compound.
"Those two have astonishing vitality." Wei Zhao came over on unsteady feet as well, shaking his head with a bitter smile at the sight. By his reckoning both Fei Yangnian and Sun Baimei should have been doomed men—that they could still escape like this left him at a loss for words.
"Shall I go after them?" Leng Leng knew well the gravity of letting these two go. Forgetful of her own injuries, she made at once to leap in pursuit.
"Let it go. Don't chase a cornered foe." Wei Zhao shook his head. Had Leng Leng been lightly wounded, it might be worth considering—but as things stood, even if she caught them, what if Sun Baimei still had enough left in him to fight to the bitter end? Or what if, during the fight just now, other cultivators had been drawn to the commotion?
The more he weighed it, the greater the risk seemed. They had no choice but to let the two go.
"All right then..." Leng Leng nodded in agreement. It was not danger to herself she feared—what mattered was that Wei Zhao's present condition left her deeply uneasy. She urged him at once: "Get back inside. The wind is strong out here."
"You really are afraid a gust will blow me away, aren't you?" Wei Zhao smiled bitterly as Leng Leng helped him back into the inner room.
It was a slight exaggeration, but in truth it was not far from the mark. He could distinctly feel that thread of spiritual connection to his true body growing ever fainter! According to Steward Sun of the Transmission Hall, once this sign appeared he must dissolve his spirit-body and return as quickly as possible—otherwise, once the connection was lost entirely, it would be the end of him.
"Tell me the truth—can injuries like these really heal?" Leng Leng asked, her expression grave as she looked at Wei Zhao.
Wei Zhao grinned with great effort, but before he could speak, Leng Leng suddenly threw herself against him and burst into bitter weeping. This little cold fish who kept the whole world at arm's length was clinging tightly to him, crying until she was nothing but tears. (To be continued.)