Clad in white with white hair, even his beard was streaked with gray.
This man’s name was Feng Dingchu.
But this name had not been spoken by anyone for many years.
Most people called him "Sir."
Even Feifei and Xiaoxiao, who had been by his side for many years, only ever called him Sir.
Feng Dingchu… truly, he hadn't heard it in years.
The white-robed man standing beside Chu Qianli now, helping to calm her surging true qi, was Wuchenzi.
Perhaps even he had almost forgotten that he could still be called Feng Dingchu.
"Move aside!" Huarong took another step forward.
But this time, due to overexertion, as soon as she took a step forward, her power dissipated instantly.
A mouthful of fresh blood once again soaked the black veil on her face.
Feng Dingchu sighed softly, "You may leave. Today, I am here, and I will absolutely not let you harm this child."
Huarong gritted her teeth and glared at him, trying to gather her true qi, but she was truly powerless at this moment.
One palm strike had injured her to this extent!
Yet she had no recourse now!
Damn Feng Dingchu!
Huarong clutched her chest, finally turned, and with heavy steps, left one by one.
Behind her, a cool breeze blew gently.
The moment Huarong looked back, Feng Dingchu and Chu Qianli were nowhere in sight.
The person had been taken away by Feng Dingchu!
How dare they ruin her plans! She could not let either of them go!
Huarong clenched her palm tightly, her steps faltered, and with a thud, she knelt on one knee.
The blood in her chest churned violently. She dared not think further and immediately sat cross-legged under a tree to circulate her qi and regulate her breathing…
…
Chu Qianli didn't know where she had been taken.
At first, she felt an unbearable burning discomfort all over her body.
Later, someone channeled a stream of cool inner energy into her, and gradually, her body began to feel comfortable.
But her consciousness was still very hazy. There was always a ball of fire in her dantian, as if it could erupt at any moment.
It tormented her, keeping her nerves taut and her breathing difficult.
From time to time, a deep, magnetic voice echoed in her ears: "... unborn, unperishing, unsoiled, unblemished..."
This voice, when heard, was like a gentle breeze, constantly seeping into the very core of her heart.
It was indescribably comfortable.
Later, she seemed to have started chanting along: "Unborn, unperishing, unsoiled, unblemished, neither increasing nor decreasing. That which has form arises from the formless..."
After an unknown amount of time, Chu Qianli slowly opened her eyes.
Her eyes had returned to their normal color, clear and bright, with a touch of fresh, natural luster.
She didn't know what time it was, perhaps, it was afternoon?
She walked out of an unknown cave.
Outside, an old man was cooking. He was boiling some kind of meat soup, but it was clear and bland, seemingly without much fragrance.
"Grandpa."
Chu Qianli walked up behind him, "Did you save me?"
She had suffered a qi deviation. Although she had no consciousness at the time, she at least knew she had gone through a life-and-death ordeal.
As for what she was like after the qi deviation, she couldn't recall anything.
However, Huarong wanted to kill her, and she was still alive.
This could only mean that this old man had saved her.
Grandpa?
Feng Dingchu was stunned for a moment. He turned his head and met her gaze, "Little girl, are you calling me?"
This voice, deep and magnetic, like a sub-woofer, made one's ears feel pregnant upon hearing it.
Chu Qianli's mind swayed.
She might not be a face-con, but she was definitely a voice-con!
How could this voice be so captivating and intoxicating!
In this world, how could there be such a beautiful male low voice?