Xuan Yi and Zhuge Qingfeng only saw a retreating figure. Zhuge Qingfeng, carrying his long saber, was about to give chase, but Xuan Yi stopped him.
"No need to chase."
Xuan Yi sheathed his long sword and turned back towards the inn.
Zhuge Qingfeng scratched his scalp. Since the main party had spoken, there was no need for him to overstep.
Xuan Yi's robes were neat, showing no signs of a struggle. Seeing this, Nan Shiying understood.
"Master, they escaped."
Nan Shiying nodded.
It was fine that they escaped; the wronged party was still here!
Qingzhu and Qingyuan were also busy, under Nan Shiying's discerning gaze, treating the wounds of the group that had suddenly broken in.
"Was the path up the mountain easy?"
Nan Shiying asked Du Lao.
"He can't withstand it."
The person's injuries were too severe for any jostling. If surgery was to be performed, it had to be done on the spot.
"Qingzhu, can you have someone bring some equipment down from Yaowang Valley?"
"Yes, we can!"
Qingzhu sent Qingyuan to find Qing Yibai. Qing Yibai was the "Mr. Qing" mentioned by the innkeeper's guards. He was an outer disciple of Yaowang Valley, but his identity was rather special. He was also the son of the Pavilion Master of the Tianji Pavilion of Dali, so Yaowang Valley treated him with extra consideration.
Upon hearing this, Qing Yuan tied a beautiful knot with the gauze, pulled out the silver needles stuck in the patient, and then turned and ran out.
Hastily.
Nan Shiying had someone carry the unlucky fellow into a guest room and asked the innkeeper to prepare a basin of hot water, strong liquor, and other items to prevent post-operative infection as much as possible.
While waiting for Qing Yuan to retrieve the equipment, Nan Shiying finally turned her attention to Luan Wencheng.
"Speaking of which, this is my second meeting with Lord Luan."
Luan Wencheng was stunned. He had thought the other party would immediately inquire about what had happened during this period, but he hadn't expected her to be in the mood for reminiscing.
He nodded.
"Yes, the second time!"
The first time was when she stood smiling beside the Prince, ignoring the chilling aura emanating from him, when they found the village chief who found Sangji.
That was the first time Luan Wencheng had seen the physician Feng Luan, spoken of by the people.
That meeting felt like yesterday.
"Were the people chasing you from the Ghost煞 Sect?"
Nan Shiying's second sentence went straight to the point.
Luan Wencheng: "..."
As expected, he had been overthinking.
This 'Living Bodhisattva' was as consistent as ever.
He nodded. "Yes!"
"So you've been hiding in Xiling County all this time?"
Almost the moment Luan Wencheng nodded, Nan Shiying had a general outline of the situation.
Luan Wencheng opened his mouth, and in the end, could only nod dejectedly. "Yes!"
Nan Shiying tutted.
"Tell me, what exactly happened!"
How did they, who were perfectly fine imperial envoys, become framed as murderers?
Luan Wencheng recounted how he led his brothers to track them to Xiling County, then went undercover to instigate the scholar to become a mole in the Ghost煞 Sect, only to be discovered and fall into a trap.
Upon discovering this, they feigned an escape from Xiling County, but actually remained hidden within Xiling County, until they heard of Feng Luan's arrival.
"We originally wanted to find you, but you left too quickly, and we exposed our tracks because of it, so we had no choice but to fight our way to Yaowang Valley."
Nan Shiying gave a hum and did not reply for a moment. Luan Wencheng looked at her and saw that her eyes were slightly darkened, making it difficult to discern her thoughts.
"Is Feng Quan dead?"
She suddenly asked.
Luan Wencheng shook his head. "No!"
"Is that so~"
Nan Shiying drew out her tone. For some reason, Luan Wencheng suddenly felt his scalp tingle!