Jiang Qingwan grabbed a stone from beside her feet and threw it, which hit him squarely in the waist.

“If Akamori hadn’t carried me up the mountain, you would have been dead in the cave by the time I found you.”

"He carried you on his back?"

Mo Yunhan's eyes sharpened, and the pressure around him suddenly dropped.

Akamori sensed a danger he hadn't felt in a long time, and his long-accumulated killing intent was also aroused.

The two objects collided, causing the red fox's fur to stand on end. It let out a low growl and moved closer to Jiang Qingwan.

Sensing its unease, Jiang Qingwan raised her hand and rubbed its large head.

"Don't be afraid, they won't fight. They're just showing off and trying to make a sense of their presence. Isn't that silly and childish?"

The murderous aura of flashing swords and clashing blades dissipated instantly.

The two foolish and childish men exchanged a glance and then turned their heads away.

"Let's go down the mountain and find a place to rest. We'll go back to Beijing tomorrow."

She needed to see if the protective mountain formation would still be intact after they left.

If there are any defects, with her current limited cultivation level, she probably really can't repair them.

She irritably opened her arms towards Mo Yunhan.

"Carry me on your back."

The man, who had just been in a low mood, instantly beamed with joy upon hearing this.

He took two steps forward, picked the person up horizontally, and casually swept his narrow black eyes over Akamori.

"Don't you like carrying people on your back? You can have that male fox. Carry it down the mountain."

A crack appeared on Akamori's expression beneath the mask once again.

Is this still the same Ninth Prince, the fiend?

But what puzzled him even more was whether the man's injuries were truly completely healed.

He picked up the red fox, used his lightness skill to its fullest extent, and sped away.

No matter how hard he chased, Mo Yunhan's figure was always ahead.

At this moment, he was absolutely certain of one thing.

Mo Yunhan's breathing was steady; his severe injuries had completely healed.

Not only that, his strength far surpasses his.

Once upon a time, that stubborn and frail boy could not last more than twenty moves against him.

It's perfectly acceptable for martial arts skills to improve.

But this injury can never be healed overnight.

He recalled the three pills Jiang Qingwan had fed to Mo Yunhan, and a truth began to surface in his mind.