Xi Lan immediately objected, her voice rising sharply. "No! My partner and brother are still in their hands! What if something happens to them?"
Her eyes were bloodshot, her expression bordering on frantic. "Every minute we waste puts them in more danger! You all can rest if you want, but I'm going alone!"
"But we need to catch our breath, too!"
Mingye couldn't help but shout, his hoarse voice laced with anger.
His chest heaved, his forehead beaded with sweat. He was clearly nearing exhaustion.
He grabbed the impulsive Xi Lan and growled, "We get that you're desperate, but we're not made of steel!"
If Qiu Ye hadn't intervened and forcefully pulled him back, he might have actually charged over to fight Xi Lan.
Xi Lan looked at the others, her gaze sweeping gently over each of their faces.
She knew perfectly well that she had spent most of the journey being carried or supported by the others, barely exerting herself at all. She was well aware she'd had it easy.
