Just as Lin You was in a standoff with a few people from the Primordial Evil Realm, a blood-soaked Yan Lie appeared outside the city, supported by a young girl in a long dress.
"Didn't I tell you not to come? Why did you still run over here to die?"
Yan Lie shouted at Lin You with the last of his strength, his eyes round with anger, then started coughing violently.
"Brother, don't move around, your wounds haven't healed yet." The girl hurried forward, trying to support him.
But with her petite build, how could she support Yan Lie's robust body? She was immediately dragged along with his limping steps to the standoff position.
"If you hadn't said that, I might not have come."
Lin You glanced at him quietly, secretly letting out a sigh of relief.
Seeing a live person, he finally felt at ease.
But before they could communicate further, an elder on the opposite side spoke coldly, "Can you let him go now?"
