In the darkness, Li Mingjue's last sliver of consciousness tensed instantly when he heard footsteps approaching.
A bitter smile flashed across his lips. It seemed that today he might truly die here.
But the next moment, he was gently lifted by someone, and that familiar fragrance firmly occupied his entire mind.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you," Qi Yu's gentle voice followed, rising in the pitch-black cavern.
Li Mingjue's heart gave a fierce thump, and he tried hard to open his heavy eyelids to see the person who had rushed to his rescue.
Just now, in the midst of the crisis, his subconscious had turned to Qi Yu.
But at that time, he hadn't really expected her to come save him.
Even though her medical skills were excellent, she knew no martial arts, and he didn't want her to come and be captured by Li Ming'an's people.
In his desperation, he stopped Shiqi and, from his chaotic whirl of thoughts, squeezed out just two words: Qi Yu.