"Lan Yin gege, it's alright, we've run far away! Huff huff!"
Over a hundred miles away from the Joyful Union Sect, Wu Yiren carried Mo Xiaolan on her shoulder and ran fiercely, finally stopping in front of a small stream.
Moments ago, while Cheng Qingyu was dealing with the Golden Snake Guards, Wu Yiren took the chance to sneak away with Mo Xiaolan.
She ran over a hundred miles in one go, making her way to more remote areas, thinking that terrifying woman wouldn't catch up, thus she stopped.
Gently placing Mo Xiaolan on the ground, Wu Yiren gazed at her with eyes full of tenderness:
"Lan Yin gege, you're poisoned, and you still risked your life to protect me. I-I'm so moved."
Mo Xiaolan, having been jostled the whole way by being carried, still felt a bit dizzy and instinctively said:
"Yiren, don't worry about it, we're friends."
In truth, Mo Xiaolan felt a bit guilty towards Wu Yiren.
