"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Maybe the bandages were too tight."
The two puppets at Three Realms Peak had helped to re-bandage Long Zhao Feng's wounds before they left.
"Let me take a look."
Xiao Yue peeled the bandages off Long Zhao Feng's torso carefully. Other than the bruises, some wounds were still open, revealing the red flesh underneath. If pressure was applied on the wounds, some blood would still seep out. Xiao Yue let her hands hover on the wounds and some spiritual power quickly poured out.
"No," Long Zhao Feng objected when he felt the warm surge of power enter his body. He turned around to grab Xiao Yue's wrists and stopped her from healing him.
"Don't waste your power on these small wounds. You need to recover your power, right?"
"Yes, but..."
"No buts. I will recover in due time. You need to prepare yourself for the eventual ambush as well."
"Mm, alright." Xiao Yue agreed reluctantly.
