"Mr. Chen, are you alright?" he asked cautiously.
"I'm fine... cough cough!"
Chen Shi's weak voice came through, "Might have broken a few bones..."
The retainer surnamed Yang felt his heart pound violently, a chill running through him: "Who ambushed us? Strange, did the ancestors not detect someone infiltrating the Upper Realm? Could it be Despair Slope?"
He was uneasy and more vigilant, constantly scanning his surroundings.
Meanwhile, inside the great palanquin, Chen Shi struggled to extract himself from the upper corner of the wall, landing with a thud on the ground.
The White-clothed Fairy moved her steps, both guilty and shy, stepping forward to check if he was dead.
She shook Chen Shi's arm, pleading for him not to be angry, then leaned her face closer, puckering her lips to indicate he could kiss them, this time she wouldn't resist.
Chen Shi coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and tried to scoot away from her.
