Ye Qingying only managed to keep going for less than one incense stick burning time before his legs weakened, and he half-kneeled, unable to walk anymore.
His consciousness had long been a blur, only for Chu Qianli, forcing his weak legs to continue stepping forward.
Once he fell, he couldn't get up again.
Chu Qianli could only find a flat area nearby, set up a tent, and moved him inside.
Ye Qingying's body had quite a number of fresh and old injuries by now.
The harm had never ceased.
The only good news was that his face was nearly healed completely.
Chu Qianli administered acupuncture, allowing him to release the congested blood in his chest, and after that, Ye Qingying's complexion seemed slightly better.
But his consciousness was still very vague.
He couldn't even recognize where he was, his mind clouded in mist, only sensing the familiar scent that the person beside him was her.
He grabbed onto the hem of her clothes.