Liang Qu walked past the small hut and reached the deepest part, which could be considered heavily guarded.
Inside the room, the blood had a faint fragrance, all indicative of reaching a profound realm of cultivation.
Under the oil lamp.
The Wild Xi and Fox Beasts were wrapped into two white balls, unconscious.
The Wild Xi, Meng Ke, was relatively unscathed; a single spear strike from the waist to the chest, leaving only the upper arms on both sides.
The Fox Beast was in a dire state, severely slashed from the chest to the shoulder, with the left arm completely severed and only a small part of the right upper arm remaining; for ordinary people, such injuries would require a whole bed, but the two of them together barely needed one.
Liang Qu even thought that for the Fox Beast, just one stool would be enough.
Their injuries were severe, but with their Zenith Realm, they could cling to life without taking medicine, just waiting for the Northern Court to pay for their ransom.
