Zhang Qingsheng's Concern

"Of course it's... Xue'er, you're injured. You should rest now. I will take you there as soon as you wake up." Zhang Qingsheng stopped talking and urged her to sleep. He was as cunning as a sly fox; how could he let her see his flaws?

"Master, you're very familiar to me..." She looked at him strangely. First of all, why didn't he ask her why she had coughed up blood but instead wanted to take her to the Valley of Greenery?

"There are many people who pretend to be me," Zhang Qingsheng, the old fox, said proudly.

Xiu Wanxue, "..."

In the end, she told him that her pain was gone.

"Are you sure you're fine?" He gazed at her with a mistrustful stare.

"Yes, master. A kind senior has already healed me," she didn't mention who healed her but kept observing him.

Zhang Qingsheng nodded.