"Luckily, you arrived in time. Don't worry, take your time to adjust. Even if we encounter another Daoist Monarch of the Vientiane Realm, it might be hard to fight with all our strength again."
Lu Chong forced a smile towards Jiang Shu, his face pale, but his expression calm. If it weren't for the blood continuously trickling from the corners of his mouth and his tightly knit brows, there would be no sign of his injuries.
Only Jiang Shu knew the extent of the backlash and immense pain Lu Chong was enduring inside his body.
"Cough, cough, alright, you guys are seriously injured, don't surround me here anymore. Take advantage of Daoist Monarch Taixuan's protection and quickly go heal."
Then, Lu Chong looked at the junior brothers surrounding him, gestured with his hand, and instructed them.
Seeing that he seemed relatively stable, they were relieved, nodded obediently, dispersed, and found quiet spots nearby to sit cross-legged and heal their injuries.
