Watching Huangfu Ziyu walk away, the Wolf Monk finally let out a sigh of relief, fearing that Huangfu Ziyu might stubbornly disregard his words.
He turned his head towards the direction of the gorge, gritted his teeth, and turned around, heading straight towards the gorge. Although he knew the dangers inside, he still had to go. He would absolutely not let Fu Qingping face danger there alone.
The Wolf Monk's speed was extremely fast, and it wasn't long before he reached inside the gorge. Just as he entered, a figure flew towards him. Upon closer inspection, it was none other than Fu Qingping.
Fu Qingping was badly injured, the clothes on his chest already stained red with blood, clearly having been knocked flying, and blood continued to gush from his mouth. Yet, he still firmly grasped the Qingping Sword in his hand, not loosening his grip one bit.
