Female lead: No, it's me again??

Chapter 182 Mysterious Man

Meanwhile, far to the southeast of the mainland.

The man in blue, carrying a bamboo basket and walking through the cold, damp place, suddenly stopped. A cold wind, seemingly from nowhere, blew up his clothes, and stray hairs from his temples brushed against his face, framing his gentle features.

Sensing the disturbance, he looked down at the pale blue purse at his left waist, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Was my decision really wrong?

A clear, melodious voice, like the gentle murmur of a spring, flowed through the mountains and disappeared into the depths.

When Ilan woke up, it was already a day later.

The tent flap above his head swayed slightly, and the sound of the carriage traveling on the sand slowly echoed in his mind, pulling him back to his sluggish consciousness.

A few rays of midday sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains.

Ilan closed her eyes, then suddenly remembered something and hurriedly sat up, but lay back down again due to the excruciating pain.

Upon hearing the sound, Zhou San, the driver of the carriage, quickly pulled on the reins, stopped the carriage, lifted the curtain, and called out.

"Boss, are you awake?"

Upon hearing Zhou Qisan's voice, the members of the surrounding caravan stopped and gathered around.

"Is the boss awake?"

"Boss, are you alright?"

Ilan gritted her teeth and sat up, supporting herself on the wooden plank. "How is Ishiva? What about Ruan Yi and her brother?"

Zhou San hurriedly helped him sit up, "Sister Xiwa's injuries aren't too serious. She woke up this morning, and Mo Hua is taking care of her."

"Ruan Yi's life hangs in the balance. Mo Hua wants to treat her, but her sister absolutely refuses to let her touch her, saying that they have medicine that can cure her, but Ruan Yi is still not awake."

Speaking of Ruan Yi, Zhou Qisan's tone was full of admiration, "A Spirit Emperor who is not yet seventeen years old can fight to the death to kill a seventh-order Demon Wind Sand Dragon, it's unimaginable."

Ilan lowered her eyes.

Yes, I wouldn't even dare to think about it.

"Pass down the message: Ruan Yi's matter must remain a secret and not be mentioned to outsiders, not even his wife and children."

Such a young prodigy, once discovered by someone with ulterior motives, will be a calamity.

Zhou Qi nodded three times. "Okay, boss."

"Stop, I'm going to check on the Ruan sisters."

The three were seriously injured, and some space was cleared out of the carriage that originally stored goods to serve as their resting place.

Feng Siyue's carriage was at the very end.

The person is still unconscious.

After cleaning her wounds yesterday, Xuan Li applied medicine and bandaged her under Qing Qing's guidance. The thick drapes wrapped her up like a white mummy, with only her eyes, nose and mouth showing.

Then they draped a loose cloak over her shoulders before they finished.

Xuan Li leaned against the corner of the carriage, exasperated, and said, "Why are you being so stubborn?"

"Now that's bad, who knows how long he'll be unconscious?"

"Let me tell you, Cycle Three means we'll reach Wind Cliff tomorrow. If you still don't wake up, I'll throw you off the cliff!"

"I suffered terribly for that damn trial."

Xuan Li was still talking to himself when he suddenly heard Yi Lan's voice, "Miss Ruan, has Ruan Yi woken up?"

She rolled her eyes and lifted the curtain. "With such severe injuries, almost losing your life, don't you find it strange that you can wake up so quickly?"

Yilan could tell that the woman in front of her had a bad temper, so she tried to be polite and asked, "I didn't mean anything by it."

"That's right, Mo Hua from our caravan is a third-level alchemist. Her pills are very effective and can help Miss Ruan Yi recover quickly."

Xuan Li refused without hesitation, "No need. My sister is also an alchemist. Although I don't know anything about pills, I have plenty of pills for treating external injuries. You can keep them for yourselves."

She wouldn't dare use anything belonging to someone who speaks ill of others behind their back.

Seeing this, Yilan didn't know what to say.

He looked up at the carriage but didn't see Ruan Yi. He only saw a figure completely wrapped up.

Seemingly due to inexperience, the thick curtains looked messy and loose, lacking any aesthetic appeal.

Without even thinking, Yilan knew that the person was Ruan Yi.

The air was filled with the scent of herbs.

It's obvious that medicine has been applied.

Yilan was still a little worried. Xuanli noticed his hesitation and said in advance, "Is there anything else? If not, go back. She needs to rest."

The man thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"never mind."

Miss Ruan Ling didn't seem to be in a hurry, probably because she was aware of Ruan Yi's sadness.

Xuan Li simply lowered the curtain.

Ilan turned around and met Ishva's slightly sad eyes.

He paused, then asked, "Are you feeling alright?"

Ishiva pursed her lips, her voice hoarse.

"No problem."

Ilan walked over and patted her on the shoulder, "Hang in there for a while, and you'll be able to rest properly once you get back to Ike City."

The woman nodded silently.

The man's figure gradually disappeared from her sight. The surrounding voices, faintly mixed with praise for Ruan Yi's killing of the Demon Wind Salon that day, made her feel exhausted.

Ilan, would you rather like a woman you've only known for a few days than look at me?

Mo Hua, who was supporting her, noticed that Ishiva was in a bad mood, so she asked, "Ishiva, do you need...?"

The woman shook her head. "Don't involve innocent people."

"But she's trying to take Elaine from you..."

Ishiva turned her head, raised her left index finger to her lips, blocking what she was about to say. The woman's eyes were serious.

"Mo Hua, it is undeniable that we owe a debt of gratitude to her for our survival."