With a splash, Lan Qing fell into the ice pool.
Chu Qianli was startled and then reacted, immediately diving in and lifting him up.
So painful!
The water in the ice pool felt like knives, piercing her body with intense pain!
A mouthful of blood, unable to resist, slid down the corner of her lips.
No! If this continues, she will be severely injured!
But she couldn't get up at all.
After falling into the ice pool, her cultivation seemed to be completely sealed, making it impossible to use.
No wonder Lan Qing said that falling into the ice pool, even for someone with high martial arts skills, it would be difficult to escape unscathed.
They would definitely be seriously injured!
Is it precisely because, in the ice pool, they couldn't use their cultivation and couldn't easily leave?
This ice pool is truly bizarre!
However, what martial arts experts lacked, she possessed!
Therefore, this ice pool did not pose a challenge to her.
Chu Qianli flicked her wrist, and the sky silk was flung onto a distant rock, adhering tightly.
She held Lan Qing with one hand and suddenly tightened the other.
The pulling force of the sky silk lifted them completely out of the ice pool, and in an instant, they landed far away from it.
Finally out!
Suppressing the surging blood in her chest, Chu Qianli turned Lan Qing over.
Lan Qing's face was pale, and he had already fainted.
Her long fingers landed on his wrist pulse.
Severely injured, pulse chaotic, cultivation about to dissipate!
Chu Qianli, without a second thought, tore open Lan Qing's collar and with a swift movement, her needles were in place.
The silver needles sealed the major acupoints on his chest, preventing his cultivation from further leaking out.
"You helped me, and I will never let you be ruined like this!"
If he had met someone else tonight, perhaps his entire cultivation would have vanished just like that.
But he met Chu Qianli.
She would never allow him to dissipate his cultivation and die like this!
The Lingjiu Hall that night, the guards were indeed much more lax.
The State Preceptor was absent, and moreover, the State Preceptor was still being pursued.
No one knew whether the State Preceptor would return, or if a new State Preceptor would move in.
The entire Lingjiu Hall was deathly silent, which, conversely, gave Chu Qianli the opportunity to enter and exit freely.
After Fú Lóng left the imperial palace, he quickly discovered that there were no spies following him.
"Prince Xu did not send anyone to track me." Therefore, Fú Lóng easily found his lodging and left markers for Chu Qianli along the way.
At this moment, Chu Qianli, carrying the unconscious Lan Qing, had arrived at the courtyard he had prepared.
Although this courtyard was not in the bustling city, nor was it in a secluded area, it looked like a small courtyard of an ordinary household.
Hiding in plain sight, it was harder for people to find.
Fú Lóng looked at Chu Qianli, who was still checking Lan Qing's pulse, and lowered his voice, "There is still no news from Prince Xu."
"That scoundrel has his own way of doing things. If you can't find him, it doesn't mean he can't keep an eye on you at all times."
Chu Qianli was not interested in Feng Ye Xuan's affairs.
Fú Lóng wanted to say something, but after considering the two swords in his abdomen, he swallowed his words.
Times change, and people change. Saying more is useless.
"A'li, where did you go tonight?"
"I went back to Lingjiu Hall..." Chu Qianli lowered her head, looking at Lan Qing, who was still unconscious and had no color in his face.
"I didn't expect him to follow, nor did I expect him to end up like this to help me."
"Then... did you find your answer?" Although she didn't say it explicitly, Fú Lóng knew what she went to Lingjiu Hall for.
Chu Qianli's fingertips, resting on Lan Qing's wrist, paused slightly.
"I... I found the answer."