"Ying'Er, are your injuries really not serious?"
In a misty valley, Zhouyang looked at his Dao companion sitting cross-legged healing with cultivation, worry written all over his face.
It's been two months since they entered the Broken Cloud Mountain Range, and due to carrying someone, plus the fact that the speed of his sword flight is much slower than Cao Wenjin's pace when soaring through the clouds, he and his wife are still in the mountain range and haven't come out yet.
Moreover, a few days ago, when Zhouyang killed a Tier Three Flying Demon Beast that accidentally exposed his presence, the scent of blood caught the attention of a Tier Four Demon Wolf hundreds of miles below, which ultimately tracked them by the smell.
Thus, during his fierce battle with the Tier Four Demon Wolf, the disturbance attracted quite a number of Tier Three Demon Beasts.
Those Tier Three Demon Beasts didn't dare confront him, instead, they attacked his Dao companion Xiao Ying.
