"The Immortal can actually keep his injuries in check—it's just, he doesn't know when those Evil Cultivators might return, so he hopes to recover as quickly as possible to deal with them."
Yan Yun said in a lowered voice.
Lu Chang'sheng had also noticed the movements of the Black Mountain Army, which made him quite curious about the outcome of Zhu Er's battle with the Evil Cultivators.
But this sort of thing was classified, kept under wraps for fear of harming the troops' morale, so it wasn't spoken of openly.
Lu Chang'sheng suspected Zhu Er was still quite wary of them, so he didn't press further, not wanting to draw any unwanted trouble.
Sure enough, a few days later, he noticed someone from the research team give him a nod and a look of satisfaction before turning and heading out.
Yan Yun was stunned for a moment, his face growing sullen as he cast a worried glance at Lu Chang'sheng.
