Yi Zhuo also knew that Ji Yuanchi was dead. She was seriously injured, not from fighting the Demon Lord, but from when she was dodging an attack and was hit by another person. A stone happened to be behind her, breaking her waist. Now she couldn't straighten up at all. With a frustrated expression on her face, she twisted her waist and found that even moving it was extremely painful.
Song Xin stood beside her, looking radiant and unharmed, her haughty demeanor making Yi Zhuo very unhappy, yet helpless in the situation. She turned her head away from Song Xin, tears streaming down her cheeks, a testament to the pain.
"You don't even know how to dodge, you're really useless." Song Xin made no attempt to hide her disdain.
Izhuo stood with her hands at her sides, a look of suppressed anger on her face. She didn't say a word, biting her lip tightly. "This is such a hassle. I have to take care of you."
Song Xin kicked at the uneven ground under her feet to vent her emotions. She didn't stay in the tent for long before leaving. Yi Zhuo was alone in the tent, feeling the pain coming from her back, as if she had been crushed by a heavy object, and she was in excruciating pain.
Her eyes were clear, not at all like someone seriously ill. It was all because of hatred. She hated Song Xin. Yi Zhuo was gone, and Song Xin, that knife, should die too.
When Song Xin walked back into the room and lifted the curtain, she felt a warm and painful sensation in her abdomen. She looked down at her abdomen, then looked up at Yi Zhuo in disbelief.
Song Xingang opened his mouth, wanting to speak and call for help, but only spat out a mouthful of blood, "Why...?"
A few broken words were revealed. She held a bottle in her hand, and with Izhuo's help, she fell forward and landed in the tent. As she fell, a bottle flowed out of her hand.
It made a gurgling sound on the ground and rolled into a corner.
"Yizhuo? What's wrong? Has something happened?" Someone outside heard the commotion and came over to ask what was going on. It was a man's voice. Considering that Yizhuo was a girl, he didn't go into the tent, but just asked from the doorway. He smelled blood but didn't suspect anything, since the smell of blood was strong in this place.
"It's nothing. Senior Sister Song Xin was helping me change my clothes when she accidentally smelled the sleeping potion and fell asleep on the ground." Yi Zhuo offered a plausible excuse for why Song Xin hadn't left.
Upon hearing this, the male disciple asked, "Is that so? Do you need me to come in and help? Or should I come in and help you carry Senior Sister Song to the bed?"
"No!" Yi Zhuo quickly denied. Before the person outside the door could say anything, she explained, "No need, I... I'm not wearing any clothes. She was just busy taking them off for me and didn't have time to put them back on. Senior brother, you can go ahead and do your work. I can manage on my own."
Upon hearing these words, the male disciple's face flushed, and he stammered as he spoke, his steps faltering as if he were flying, wishing he could leave immediately.
Yi Zhuo rubbed his aching back, but had no intention of moving her to the bed. He tossed her on the floor like trash and went to clean up the bloodstains that had just been spilled on the floor. But when he turned around, he saw a small porcelain bottle.
She opened the pale blue porcelain bottle, but before she could even get close enough to smell it, a medicinal fragrance wafted out, and her expression froze.
She had just seen this thing roll out of Song Xin's hands; Song Xin had come to bring her medicine.
A variety of thoughts came to mind. Although Song Xin would verbally or physically abuse her when they were together, it had to be said that at times, she would think of her.
Yi Zhuo tightly clutched the porcelain bottle that Song Xin had dropped, ate a pill, and looked at Song Xin with a complicated expression.
Don't blame me, you brought this on yourself. If you hadn't insulted me, how could I have done such a thing? So you deserve it all.
Yi Zhuo comforted herself in this way, closed her eyes, and tried to get rid of all the messy thoughts in her mind.
She lay back down on the bed, her back aching even more than before. The strenuous exercise had made the pain unbearable, and the medication hadn't yet taken effect. So, for the time being, she had to endure the pain on her own.
When the pain subsided a little, she opened her eyes, her body covered in sweat. She stood up, ready to leave, but then she thought for a moment, came back, and moved Song Xin to the bed. "This is to repay you for the medicine you gave me."
After saying that, she turned and left. She had killed someone, and if the sect found out about it, they would definitely not let it go. The Song family would not let her off either. So she left and fled under the cover of darkness.
Pu Tianyi didn't stand on the cliff edge for long before turning back. He wasn't suicidal; he was just sad, heartbroken, and filled with self-blame. His only sister had died right before his eyes, and the emotional damage was something that could never be healed.
Pu Erge wasn't with Pu Tianyi; he was blaming himself for agreeing to let Ji Yuanchi go out.
If a person dies, those friends who were even slightly involved in her death will feel immense guilt, even if the incident itself has little to do with them.
Yet they still use strange shackles to condemn themselves: why didn't they stop her when she chose to leave, or why didn't they step forward to help her and let her go alone.
Yuan Shui sat atop the mountain, his eyes closed, sensing thoughts coming from all directions. He thought humans were strange, and Xu Yuehuai was strange too—why wouldn't he be allowed to enter?
As he said this, still harboring some resentment, he paced back and forth in the same spot.
Bai Ze opened his eyes and saw Yuan Shui change from resting with his eyes closed to pacing back and forth. For a moment, he didn't know what to say to ease the current atmosphere.
After a few seconds of silence, she chose not to say anything.
Zi Sangyi sat in the room, lit a candle to illuminate the area. His injuries had not been properly treated; he had simply taken some pills and then ignored them.
When the Fifth Elder arrived, this was the scene he saw. He sat down opposite Zisangyi and said, "Alright, I know you're worried about Xu Yuehuai, but if you don't rest and treat your wounds now, you'll be the one who's worried."
"Do you expect Xu Yuehuai to handle your funeral arrangements after dealing with Ji Yuanchi's matter?" No matter the time, the Fifth Elder's mouth was always like it was coated with poison, and the words he uttered were always so unpleasant to hear.
Zi Sangyi glanced at him, and the Fifth Elder, seeing the look in his eyes, shrugged and said, "I didn't bring you any medicine, so don't even think about it. I just came to remind you not to die, or it will be hard to explain."
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