Ye Li's physical condition had reached an extreme point, having been on the move for so many days, he wasn't tired like others.
Mu Qiu patted his shoulder, signaling him to put him down.
Ye Li had a cold expression on his face and ignored him.
Mu Qiu looked at his profile, always feeling that Ye Li didn't quite fit the identity of Ye Shaohua's brother. Compared to the stunningly talented Shaohua, Ye Li was somewhat lacking.
But the Ye Family was the Ye Family, all stubborn and proud in their bones. No one in the world could sway the beliefs of a Ye Family member.
Mu Qiu was losing too much blood and now was feeling somewhat cold all over.
Ye Li carried him and leapt down into a ravine.
He could feel Mu Qiu's head drooping behind him, a sign of emergent shock.
Ye Li reached out a hand to wipe the sweat from his face, his gaze as resolute as a rock.
Someone patted his left shoulder. Ye Li thought it was Xiaoguang and didn't turn around, saying gruffly, "Speak!"