When they heard this voice, the Pill Sun Sect’s elders’ and the peak masters’ expressions changed. A complicated look emerged in their eyes.

It was the voice of one of the elders protecting their sect. So, the elder protecting the sect had been there all along. Yet, why didn’t he show up?

Feng Jiu’s eyes moved to glance at the sect master, then told Xuanyuan Mo Ze. “Spare his life. Let’s go!”

It’s not that her heart was soft. But, if the sect master of the largest alchemy sect in the Eight Supreme Empires died tonight, it would be very troublesome. What’s more, people shouldn’t decide the life and death of others easily just because one was stronger than others.

Such slaughter was blind murder. It’s blood-thirsty and cruel. It would only display a person’s savage and cold-bloodedness. But she, even though cold-blooded, was never a cruel person. She’s unwilling to become that kind of a person.

Xuanyuan Mo Ze lowered his head and glanced at the person in his arms. Then he raised up a hand and flung the sect master out. Then, he took Feng Jiu out of the main gate…

Seeing the two figures leaving before their eyes like that, the crowd had an indescribable complexity inside their hearts. That night, the Pill Sun Sect was in chaos and suffered such heavy losses, all due to Master Third Sun’s murder.

Was it really worth paying so much for a dead person?

Luo Heng and Chen Dao saw Feng Jiu taken away from the place and their hearts were put at rest. It’s great that she’s alright…

She’s fine, but the sect still had a big problem…

On the other side, Feng Jiu leaned on Xuanyuan Mo Ze’s arms. She asked him with her eyes narrowed, “Where is my mother? Did Cloud Devouring Beast meet Leng Shuang?”

“Mm-hmm. I met Cloud Devouring Beast when I reached this place and told it where Leng Shuang and others were. Be at ease, they should have already rushed back.” Xuanyuan Mo Ze swept down towards the foot of the mountain carrying Feng Jiu while covering her face with his sleeves so as not to be scratched by the wind.

Feng Jiu leaned against him with relief. Her head was heavy. She asked him drowsily, “How did you come here?”

“You’ve been gone for several months. I thought I’d come over to see you. Who would have thought that I would see you hurt like this? You made me worried. Why didn’t you tell me?”

His voice was low and filled with reproach. However, seeing her like this, he swallowed the admonishing words that came to his lips.

Feng Jiu’s lips curved up in a smile. “I didn’t want to make such a big stir. Things were out of my expectations. I had no idea that the great formation protecting the sect was so difficult to break. Cough, cough.”

Seeing her face turning paler and paler, Xuanyuan Mo Ze frowned. “Did you have other injuries? Why is your complexion getting worse and worse?” He stopped in the woods and asked.

“My shoulder was pierced through by the sword. The bleeding stopped, but …” Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted.

“Damn it!”

Xuanyuan Mo Ze cursed and put her down in a hurry. He pulled open her outer garment. “Why didn’t you say that your shoulder was hurt? If you dragged this on, what to do if something goes wrong on your way back?”

When the red coat was lifted to reveal the blood-stained inner garment, his eyes flinched. The large blood stung his eyes and his hands trembled imperceptibly.

“How can you shed so much blood?”

“The bleeding has stopped. It bled when the sword was drawn.” Feng Jiu didn’t care much about it. Her voice gradually weakened. “I have already taken a medicinal pill. Don’t worry, it’s nothing. Send me back home! I’ll get some sleep.”