"Xiaoxiao!"
Wang Nian saw Xiaoxiao in such a state, his expression immediately showing concern. He looked back to see that the pursuers were not yet upon them and breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"Uncle Wang, you all go first, don't worry about me!" Xiaoxiao's breath was weak, her face as pale as paper without a hint of blood.
"How can that be!"
Wang Nian furrowed his brow deeply: "I promised your father I would ensure your safety. If anything happens to you, how can I explain it to your father!"
"Go quickly!"
Xiaoxiao suddenly lifted her head, gritting her teeth: "This Medicinal Herb Mountain is so vast; if you take them and leave now, you might still get out alive. Otherwise, we'll all have to stay here!"
"No, absolutely not!"
Wang Nian grabbed Xiaoxiao's arm, and the wound on his back bled more from the effort.
As the words fell, they charged forward once again, but when they reached the valley, they saw the many corpses and were momentarily stunned.
