Chapter 542: Grandfather and Grandson Meet
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The exit was near a stream. Down the stream, they arrived at a small market town and bought a carriage and three horses.
Su Xiaoxiao, Su Cheng, and Su MO took the carriage that Bai Ze drove.
Jing Yi, Wei Liulang, and Xiao Shunyang rode forward.
Wei Liulang continued to lead the way.
Su Cheng lifted the curtain at the side and stuck his head out to take a look. He sat back in the car, closed the curtain, and asked in a low voice, “Daughter, why hasn’t my son-in-law caught up? Did something happen?” After all, that was the territory of the White Lotus Society.
Su Xiaoxiao said, “Dad, I don’t think so.”
They had already walked through the most dangerous place. She believed that Wei Ting would not enter a place filled with mechanisms. As for what would happen if the White Lotus Society disciples encountered him, as long as Wei Ting revealed his identity, no disciple would dare to make things difficult for him.
Unless the Sect Master came personally.
However, the Sect Master would not kill Wei Ting as soon as they met. After all, Wei Ting was his biological grandson.
Of course, if the Sect Master discovered that this grandson had always wanted to destroy his White Lotus Society, it would be hard to say. Xiao Shunyang and Jing Yi rode on the left side of the carriage.
Xiao Shunyang glanced into the carriage.
Jing Yi quietly squeezed between Xiao Shunyang and the carriage.
Xiao Shunyang said speechlessly, “I won’t eavesdrop!”
Jing Yi said, ‘Who knows?”
Xiao Shunyang was speechless.
The group entered the capital. Jing Yi bade farewell to Su Xiaoxiao and returned to another entrance of the peach forest to look for Xiao Zhonghua.
Xiao Shunyang also parted ways with them and headed for the palace.
Bai Ze drove the group to the entrance of the Imperial Astronomy Center.
When Sikong Yun saw Su Xiaoxiao bring back another patient, his eyelids twitched.
“Stupid girl, where do you think the Imperial Astronomy Center is? We can’t just take anyone in!”
Su Xiaoxiao raised her evebrows. “Childhood sweatheart..
Sikong Yun said, “Get in.”
Su Mo’s injuries were fine. He had inhaled too much miasma but had already taken the antidote. He should be fine when he woke up.
On the other hand, Wei Liulang and the black bear fought and the wound cracked again. Su Xiaoxiao had no choice but to stitch him up again.
“Does it hurt more than last time?” Su Xiaoxiao asked.
“No, it doesn’t hurt,” Wei Liulang said stubbornly as he sweat profusely.
“You really can’t tear it anymore,” Su Xiaoxiao reminded. “Otherwise, not even a Zenith Heaven Immortal can save you.” Wei Liulang looked at his broken arm. “Anyway…”
He didn’t finish.
Su Xiaoxiao glanced at him. “Recover from your injuries first. We’ll talk about the rest later.”
What else? Could it be that he could regain an arm?
Wei Liulang smiled self-deprecatingly. “Got it.”
In fact, he did not have any hope.
Su Xiaoxiao did not straighten her neck and explain to him. After packing up the medical supplies, she went to Qin Canglan.
Su Cheng had already told him what had happened in the forest. “…Oh, I think they encountered a big poisonous creature. Unfortunately, I didn’t see it with my own eyes. I heard it from Daya in the carriage when I returned.”
Knowing that the peach forest was actually so dangerous, Qin Canglan regretted hurting himself at the wrong time.
“How’s Mo’er’s condition?” he asked.
“He’s fine.” Su Xiaoxiao walked in. “He’ll wake up in the afternoon at the latest.”
Qin Canglan heaved a sigh of relief and looked behind the two of them. He asked, “Where’s Wei Ting? Didn’t he come back with you?” He only saw Wei Liulang just now.
Su Xiaoxiao said, “He still has something to deal with.”
Qin Canglan knew Wei Ting’s identity and was silent for a moment without saying anything else.
Su MO woke up earlier than expected.
Su Xiaoxiao had just finished changing his dressing when she saw him looking at her unblinkingly.
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