Fat Long, standing at the edge of the deep pit, looked at the scene before him, his eyes suddenly reddened, and he roared with a heart-wrenching howl, "Qiu..."
However, he had barely spat out a word.
The scholar standing beside him immediately covered Fat Long's mouth and looked urgently towards the already prepared Xing Dou, saying, "Quick, take some people down to check, and start the healing."
"Understood."
Xing Dou took a deep breath, feeling a vague sense of urgency, and immediately led his disciples down the pit. Though he was a bit anxious inside, he still had some confidence.
After all, the Sect Master had once fallen into a coma on the Xuantian Continent, remaining unconscious for ten days, and it was they who had handled the situation. Although this time the injury seemed a bit more severe, the Sect Master's Cultivation was higher, and he was tougher, so it wasn't immediately fatal.
