Days passed one by one.

In the blink of an eye, three months had gone by.

Under Su Yan’s careful care, Feng Xuan finally stopped coughing.

He seemed to have regained some color in his face.

At least now, he moved around freely.

He appeared no different from a normal person.

On this day, Su Yan received another letter from Senior Brother Cang.

Just a few words

"Find Lin Rou and go to Guang’an Mountain to eliminate demons and safeguard the righteous way."

Guang’an Mountain had been in chaos recently.

That place was the Demon Sect’s domain.

It was heard that the Immortal Vermilion Fruit from the Demon Sect’s Holy Tree had been stolen.

The Immortal Vermilion Fruit had miraculous effects; it’s a good thing for enhancing cultivation and healing internal injuries.

It bears fruit only once every hundred years.

It was supposed to be ripe by now.

But in the end, the fruit was gone.

Because of this, there was fierce internal conflict within the Demon Sect.

The Demon Sect Leader was furious.

The Left and Right Guardians were implicated.

Now, all major sects saw this as an opportunity and planned to seize the Demon Sect.

Senior Brother Cang had already gone early.

Due to Su Yan’s short time at Canghong Sect and her shallow cultivation.

But she has great talent.

Therefore, Senior Brother Cang didn’t plan to let Su Yan and Lin Rou participate in the attack.

Lin Rou had disappeared for over three months; by the time Su Yan found her, the battle would likely be over.

As long as Su Yan and Lin Rou are well-trained, they will surely be promising prospects for Canghong Sect in the future.

So, they certainly cannot charge into battle.

Su Yan looked at the letter.

Find Lin Rou?

The Cultivation World is so vast, unless she voluntarily appears, it’s impossible to find her.

She was musing.

A voice came from behind.

"Master"

Calling out, Feng Xuan already came in front of Su Yan.

Su Yan reached out to support him.

He embraced Su Yan, directly resting his head on her shoulder.

Looking like a little pitiable figure needing care.

Feng Xuan saw the content on the letter, his eyelashes fluttering.

"Master, you’re going to leave me?"

Su Yan held the letter in one hand, and him in the other.

"Mm, going to Guang’an Mountain."

As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Xuan began to cough.

His complexion instantly turned pale, falling weakly onto Su Yan’s shoulder.

"Cough cough, Master, are you going to leave me here all alone?"

His voice was full of grievance.

Word by word, he was utterly dependent.

Su Yan looked at his appearance.

Initially, she didn’t plan to take him along.

Considering how weak he was, traveling back and forth wasn’t good for his recovery.

But seeing how he didn’t want to be left alone to recuperate.

She patted his back, while speaking.

"Have you taken your medicine?"

Feng Xuan rested his head on Su Yan’s shoulder, holding her, saying nothing.

Su Yan turned her head.

"You haven’t taken it?"

Feng Xuan replied softly.

"Since Master doesn’t care about me, what’s the use of taking medicine?"

Though the words were accusatory, coming out of his mouth, they carried grievance, as if he were about to be abandoned.

Listening to it just made one unsettled.

She held him as they walked into the house.

While walking, she said,

"Your health is poor. The journey to Guang’an Mountain is bumpy, not conducive to recovery."

Feng Xuan’s eyelids drooped, his eyelashes fluttering.

"But, if I leave Master, I will die."

Su Yan shook her head.

"That’s unlikely."

With Holy Sound Grass, as long as you take your medicine properly, how could you die?

Feng Xuan spoke like he was sulking.

"It’s likely."

After speaking, whether because he was angry or some other reason.

His cough wouldn’t stop, continuing non-stop.

Su Yan fed him the herbal medicine brewed on the table.

He didn’t drink it, just leaned on the table with his head down, avoiding Su Yan’s gaze.

She spoke,

"Take your medicine first."

"If Master doesn’t want me, why bother to care about me?"

Who knows how Su Yan managed during these three months.

The poor figure she saved back then now had an increasingly bad temper.