The Daoist did not blame her, sighed, "The injury is quite severe, but with me here, he's probably not going to die."
Bai Qingqian felt a pang of heartache, but she also took a deep breath; now that she was closer, she could clearly see the pitiful state of the bandit, who had probably had his face cleaned by the Daoist, revealing a face that was not handsome but still quite striking. Surprisingly, he was very young, about the same age as their group.
His face was bloodless, his eyes tightly shut.
This guy, good at deceitful and evil stealth attacks, was exposed in a fair and square fight; it was only by luck that he could have killed two Wu Sect Upper Cultivators with such skills?
"We have the best Holy Medicine for healing wounds!" cried Uncle Bai urgently.
