Mo Xingjian nodded and then carried Zhou Qing towards Little Spirit Peak.
The Peak Master of Hundred Battle Peak quickly followed, carrying Yan Xiaohu on his back.
...
Watching Zhou Qing's breathing gradually stabilize on the bed, Mo Xingjian gently covered him with a quilt.
Yan Xiaohu, with his limbs wrapped in bandages, sat to the side, his lips trembling, constantly blaming himself.
Mo Xingjian walked over, placed a hand on him, quickly assessed him to ensure there were no hidden injuries, then looked at the bandages that were seeping blood and in a hoarse voice, asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Yan Xiaohu's tears flowed uncontrollably again. Mo Xingjian gently wiped them away, reassuring him, "It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself too much. At least the fourth brother is still alive, isn't he?"
"But, but..." Yan Xiaohu sobbed.
Mo Xingjian reached out and gently stroked his head.
