He Appeared.
His formidable presence alone obliterated every crawling creature, reducing them to mere dust as he extended his hand towards Lu Shui Hua, who teetered on the precipice of a chasm. Wrapping his palm around Lu Shui Hua's wrist, he yanked him back onto solid ground. The shock, confusion, and fear reflected in his eyes.
Feeble Lu Shui Hua could only stare, utterly lost for words.
"We must flee... Huo Nüshén will continue the fight, but they are after me. Their pursuit will never cease," he uttered in a deep voice, imbuing his words with a bone-chilling calmness that sent shivers down his own soul. "You've only just tapped into your third sense, and your injuries are grievous... you need shelter and a place to recuperate."
"No!" Lu Shui Hua retorted bluntly, pushing away Lông Zhī Yan's proffered hand.
"Would you rather perish in this forsaken place?"
"Not long ago, you wished for my demise. Why do you care now?"
