Seeing the grim weight on Jiang Chen's face, Lu Yi realized they'd run into something they couldn't possibly overcome. He didn't argue. "Ah! Alright, alright, take it!" He shoved the Luminous Heavenly Fury Blade into Jiang Chen's hands.
Jiang Chen gripped the weapon and leaned closer, speaking quickly. "This thing's after Ying Luo and me. You should go. I'll handle it."
He glanced at the raging skeleton ahead. "And don't bother worrying about those old bastards from the Purple Crest Immortal Sect or the Compassionate Sword Immortal Palace. I'll drag this thing their way."
"Go. Now."
"…Alright. Stay alive." Lu Yi shot him one last look, then streaked into the sky. He knew he'd be useless here—and worse, he might just get in Jiang Chen's way.
As he sped off, a rush of complicated feelings swirled in his chest. For once, a spark of real gratitude toward Jiang Chen burned within him.
