At this moment, Chang De, severely injured, was frantically fleeing with Fang Yanming and Lv Lijuan down the mountain path, all the while desperately suppressing the injuries within his body, terrified that if they stopped, they would be caught by the wolf chasing them.
After making sure that the pack of wolves was not following them any longer, Chang De abruptly stopped and spat out another mouthful of fresh blood.
"Uncle Chang, are you alright?" Fang Yanming asked anxiously. He wasn't actually concerned about Chang De's welfare, but if Chang De were to collapse here, then it would just be him and Lv Lijuan left, both also injured. If any danger arose, they would be helpless to face it.
"Third Young Master, I can still hold on. Let's rest for a moment and then leave immediately. It's just that it seems we will not be able to complete the task this time..." Chang De's face was pale, with streaks of blood still visible at the corner of his mouth.
