Chapter 5056 — A Cold Confession
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That it was a spirit-primal, no less—one willing to risk being subdued by Sun Baimei, to risk being savaged to death by the blood spirit cats, all to shield her without a thought for himself. Recalling every little thing of the past half month, that soft place in Leng Leng's heart was stirred for the very first time.
"What do I do? What do I do..." Tears streamed without cease from Leng Leng's clear, bright eyes as she desperately tried to wring a cure from Wei Zhao's lips. She knew nothing of such arts herself, but she believed that Wei Zhao, a spirit-primal, must surely know. So long as there was a way, she would save him—though it meant scaling a mountain of blades or crossing a sea of fire.
"It's all right. Don't cry." Wei Zhao smiled and reached up to wipe her tears. This was no time for romance, yet he could not help but be struck by how stunning she was, tears falling like rain on pear blossoms. Some say a woman's tears are when she is most achingly lovely—especially a woman as strong and breathtaking as Leng Leng. Even Wei Zhao could not withstand her devastating charm in that moment.
"How can it be all right?" Leng Leng clutched Wei Zhao's hand, tears still falling without end. She truly did not know what to do, and could only wait for Wei Zhao to toss her a final lifeline.
"It really is all right. Listen to me. This spirit-body of mine is nearly spent. Sun Baimei and Fei Yangnian are gravely wounded, but they won't give up—they'll surely return with more men. With your injuries as they are, you can't hold out long, nor can you get far. Let me heal you first." As he spoke, Wei Zhao forced himself to sit up.
It had come to this. Wei Zhao knew there was no salvaging the situation. To spend such effort projecting his spirit-primal into the mortal realm, only to be finished off before he had even laid eyes on Qiu Lingshan and the others—such an outcome was utterly beyond his expectations. Yet he felt not the slightest regret. He had never been one to regret.
At worst, he would go back and cultivate for a time, then ask Ao Tianchuan to help him project once more. Wei Zhao's advantage had always been a spiritual consciousness far mightier than others of his level. Even with heavy losses this time, a brief recovery would make another spirit-primal projection nothing unthinkable.
What he could not set his mind at ease about now was Leng Leng. In his present state, fully healing her injuries was impossible—after all, even his spirit-body had begun to blur and grow insubstantial. It might well collapse in the very midst of the treatment. All he could do now was heal as much as he could, and at least restore enough of her strength that she might defend herself.
"No!" Leng Leng refused outright through her sobs. Her injuries were grave, but at least her life was not in danger. Yet if Wei Zhao healed her in this state, it would only hasten his death.
"Be good. I don't have much time left," Wei Zhao said with a bitter smile.
"You mustn't die! If you die, what becomes of me? We haven't even gone to a room together yet!" Leng Leng had cast aside all maidenly reserve now. She would use any means to revive Wei Zhao's will to live—even if the chance were one in ten thousand, she would fight for it with all her strength. But if Wei Zhao himself had given up, then everything was truly finished.
"A room..." Wei Zhao was somewhat taken aback, and at the same time gratified. To hear her speak so plainly, Leng Leng's heart was already wholly bound to him. Moved, he said, "It's all right. Tell me where you are, and I will surely come find you. Even if this spirit-body collapses now, I can cultivate a while longer and condense another. I won't die."