Ah Dai swiftly lifted Xuan Yue's petite body. His clarity of mind immediately disappeared as he tightly grasped Xuan Yue's hands, helplessly looking at her agonized expression.
Not far outside the town, a splendid carriage, escorted by a dozen Silver Armor Warriors, was racing towards the small city. The guards exuded a heavy aura, clearly indicating their profound skills. Inside the carriage, a deep voice suddenly exclaimed, "Ah! No good, Yue Yue is injured. Quick, speed up, I've already sensed her location."
"Yes, Bishop."
Ah Dai snatched the magic wand from Xuan Yue's hand, and as soon as he pulled it out of her body, her pristine white dress was instantly stained red with blood. Ah Dai's anger, which had fled the moment Xuan Yue stabbed herself, surged as he stimulated the True Qi within his body to rapidly seal her meridians, preventing excessive blood loss.
"Yue Yue, Yue Yue, don't you die! I—I can still be your follower, please don't die!"