Lin Fan hurriedly walked a few steps and realized that he didn't hear Zhu Qilue's footsteps behind him, so he stopped and looked back in confusion.
"Brother Zhu, what are you still thinking about? Let's hurry up and go! Damn it, if the Divine Phoenix and Zhu Ruoling fall into Lan Zhengqing's hands, it's even worse than falling into the hands of the Blood Demon Wolf! We must hurry and catch up, or who knows what that old bastard will do to them. Let's go! Stop overthinking."
Lin Fan spoke anxiously and furiously, yet Zhu Qilue remained unmoved, standing there like a block of wood.
This made Lin Fan utterly frustrated, and he rushed towards Zhu Qilue in a few quick strides.
"Zhu Qilue, what are you dazing out for?! Let's go!"
"We can't go."
"What?"
Lin Fan sized up Zhu Qilue from head to toe, seeing that he wasn't missing an arm or a leg. How could he not be able to walk? Could it be some internal injury?
He reached out his hand, intending to check Zhu Qilue's pulse.
