"Ling Chen."
At that moment, Xu Ruoyan's somewhat weak voice came from the bed.
Hearing her, Ling Chen approached the bedside.
Liu Feiyue and the others from the Black Market exchanged glances, then exited the room.
"The Deer Reviving Grass is merely a legend. Even if you go to the Hundred Thousand Mountains, you might not find it." Xu Ruoyan clutched Ling Chen's sleeve. "You don't have to go. The fact that I survived this time and received your forgiveness in my lifetime is already a great fortune amid this misfortune. I ask for nothing more."
"Don't be foolish." Ling Chen smiled faintly, his right hand reaching out to touch Xu Ruoyan's cheek. "If Gu Qingfeng could risk his life, venturing into the Hundred Thousand Mountains alone to find the Deer Reviving Grass for his wife, why can't I, Ling Chen?"
