Shortly after dispatching the last opponent, Qingyi set off alongside Chen Wei, who hurried to take his beloved to one of the sect's medical facilities, eager to ensure she received the necessary care.
It didn't take long before the two young men found themselves alone again, walking side by side along the stone paths of the pavilion.
"You've improved far more than I thought. The Yan family's techniques suit you perfectly," Qingyi remarked with a gentle smile, his eyes shining with approval.
"It's all thanks to Senior Brother! Come on, come to my house! I promise that this time my father won't have any trouble handing over my mother to you, especially if I show him what I've achieved thanks to you!"
Those words drew an honest laugh from Qingyi, who shook his head, amused by his friend's insistence.
"I need to see her first. How much does she weigh, at least?" Qingyi asked, and this time, Chen Wei hesitated, his lips twisting in visible discomfort.
"Two hundred..."
