When the pressure was applied, the Empress Dowager felt as if her leg was about to break, and the pain was excruciating.

She wanted to stop the bandits, to make them stop, but she couldn't speak or move, and could only endure the endless, excruciating pain!

Even if Aunt Sun was very clever, she didn't know anything about martial arts, let alone Zhaoping.

Seeing that the Empress Dowager did not object or make any noise, the two assumed that Ji Fengyao had cured the illness with her needles and secretly marveled at her miraculous medical skills.

As Ji Fengyao slowly pressed down and gently inserted needles, her voice was sweet and soft: "Empress Dowager, your leg is quite ill; next time it flares up, you must send someone to call me earlier, don't endure it anymore, otherwise I'm worried that your leg will be ruined before the prescription is ready."

The Empress Dowager was in so much pain that her eyes rolled back. Hearing these words enraged her, but she was unable to move or rebuke them. A mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Aunt Sun, seeing that something was wrong, stepped forward to wipe the blood from the Empress Dowager's body, but Ji Fengyao stopped her, saying, "Aunt, please don't touch the Empress Dowager. This is stagnant blood in her body. Spitting it out will be good for her health."

Aunt Sun: "???"

Princess Zhaoping: "???"

Why is the color of the bruise so bright?

Why did they think that the Empress Dowager was rolling her eyes so much that she was about to die?

Empress Dowager: "!!!"

This bandit wants to harm me; my life is over!

Enraged to the extreme, the Empress Dowager's eyes rolled back to the top of her head, and she fainted.

Ji Fengyao hated her for threatening and persecuting Shang Xiye, so she wouldn't let her faint so easily. She pricked her with two needles and woke her up again!

This was repeated several times, and the acupuncture was performed for three hours. The Empress Dowager was also nearly killed.

Ji Fengyao wasn't afraid of the old hag's retaliation; even if she didn't seek revenge, the old hag wouldn't stop. She had said that she would never tolerate anyone bullying her or her master!

Inside the cave, one is oblivious to the passage of time.

After an unknown amount of time, Ji Fengming awoke in the darkness. Opening his eyes, he saw countless shimmering white stars, and beneath him lay something cold and hard.

Is this the underworld?

Ji Fengming struggled to get up, a sharp, piercing pain shooting through his lungs.

How can a dead person still feel pain?

Where is Xiao Chen?

Could it be that he didn't want to be a subordinate and instead betrayed his loyalty by being reincarnated first?

Ji Fengming was lost in thought. After resting for a while and gathering his strength, he struggled to get up again, and was immediately surprised when his eyes widened.

Not far away.

On a boulder that resembled both ice and jade, Black Owl lay there in tattered clothes, surrounded by countless small creatures that glowed with green light, as if they were worshipping him or paying homage to him.

What exactly are those things?

Ji Fengming adjusted to the dim light, glanced around, and discovered that he was in a cave with an underground river right next to him.

Presumably, he and Black Owl were lucky; they fell into the river and were swept into the cave by the water.

Ji Fengming remembered that before falling into the water, Hei Xiao held him in his arms and used his own body to shield him from the heavy impact of falling into the water.

At that time, he was clearly also seriously injured.

With a strength he didn't know he had, Ji Fengming forced himself to stand up and staggered towards Hei Xiao.

He didn't die.

That Black Owl won't die, will he?

Ji Fengming walked to the boulder, but finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed, lying down beside it and panting heavily.

On the gleaming white boulder, Black Owl was surrounded by countless green, sprite-like creatures.

His face was serene, his handsome features unparalleled, and his alluring eyes held a cold, frosty quality, like a celestial being banished from the heavens.